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*Ruthless Mafia x innocent girl*
Sheza Khan youngest daughter of Kabir Khan, a minor gangster. . She is eighteen years old. She is a calm and peaceful yet naive-minded girl. Not being treated well, she is an innocent and very shy typ...
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Sheza, deep in her own world of daydreams, didn't sense his approach. Lost in her thoughts, she gazed at the ground, her brow furrowed in concentration. Unbeknownst to her, he quietly positioned himself in front of her, his gaze intense, yet strangely endearing. His dark eyes fixated on her with a gentle curiosity.
As he stood there, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, casting a charming and whimsical aura. It was as if a curious puppy had come to investigate, his eyes filled with a playful curiosity, and a hint of affection that made the whole scene incredibly cute and heartwarming.
In a peculiar blend of dark amusement and a hint of playfulness, Saad let out a low, ominous chuckle that echoed through the room. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he leaned forward and gently, but with a touch of unpredictability, scooped up Sheza, his strong hands cradling her tiny waist.
Sheza couldn't help but emit an endearing little yelp as she found herself once again lifted into the air, just like before. Her voice trembled as she spoke.
"W-what are you doing l-leave me," she tried to wiggle out from his hold, but it was tight as hell, her heart raced with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. The scene, as strange as it was, carried a strange allure, combining darkness and cuteness in a way that left Sheza both flustered and intrigued.
Saad smirked evilly at her helpless state and said in a deep husky voice.
"So busy in thoughts, huh! Care to tell me, what were you thinking?"
With her large, glossy eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and discomfort, she gazed up at him.
"Nothing," She replied.
Saad's grip was unyielding, the pressure unmistakably too tight, and she couldn't help but feel the dull ache in her body, certain that it must have left a bruise by now.
He stared at her for a few seconds and put her down on the floor, and went away without saying anything; She gazed at his retreating back, her eyes still glossy with unshed tears, a sense of confusion and uncertainty knitting her brows. In her dainty, petite hand, she clutched the hanky he had left behind, as if it were a lifeline in this perplexing moment.
With a touch of endearing clumsiness, she delicately wiped away her tears with the hanky he had given her. She stood there, lost and uncertain, not quite sure how to navigate this situation.
The bathroom door opened, and a fresh-showered Saad came out in a pure white t-shirt and loose black trousers. He looked around and saw her still standing on the previous smudge and spacing out while starting the floor.
Does she have any spacing-out habits?
In a slightly exasperated yet playful manner, he cleared his throat, attempting to capture her attention, but she remained lost in thought. With a resigned sigh, he closed the distance between them, and in a sudden, whimsical gesture, he flicked her button nose with his finger.
