His Soul

Hamza's thumb lingered on the mole on her lips. The maroon lipstick embellished on her soft, plump lips allured his inner devil to awake, making her blood turn cold seeing the lust and hunger in his eyes. She felt the hair rising on the back of her neck, her heartbeat accelerated.

"Lea-leave me." Habiba stuttered out through her shaky tone.

Her denial infuriated him, his blood boiled in anger. He grabbed the side of her face painfully and gritted out, "Why? Don't I have the right to be like this with you!"

The rage and fury in his eyes terrified her.

"Or do you prefer someone else?" She was flabbergasted of being accused like that but kept quiet as she was scared to the core.

His jaw tickled at the lack of her response and his body flew into an abusive rage that wasn't hidden from her.

"Is this gajra for him?" He tore apart the white jasmine garland from her hair freeing her hair from the tight bun, her wavy locks spirited all over the pillow wildly.

"Is this lipstick, jhumka for him?" He gripped her jaw harshly, smudging the lipstick at the corner of her lips.

"Did you wear this lal saree, all for him?" He grasped her saree from her shoulder and snatched it away from there.

She yelped in pain as the safety pin securing her anchal on her shoulder unlatched and the sharp needle dug in her shoulder, erupting a trickle of blood from there.

But he wasn't heedful there as his hawk-like eyes glued on the rise and fall of her chest. His inner devil woke up and the lust and hunger overtook him.

He held the strap of her blouse and loosened it making her cleavage slightly visible. She froze at that and her whole body trembled like a leaf under his giant body.

"No...no...please." Her soft pleads halted his hand on the strap and his gaze went on her face.

Her smudged trembling lips, red nose, glossy eyes were a turn-on for him and he couldn't resist any longer as his lips crashed onto her soft plump lips hungrily making her sucked a terrified breath.