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Attraction 30(i) The Love Garden
Dark onyx eyes stared in oblivion. Infront of him was a vast garden as he sat on the bench, observing the flowers bloomed. Life has changed for him. But the flowers still bloomed the same way as a decade ago. The azaleas and roses were fresh. As fresh as the memories in the back of his mind. That killed him each second. Every moment of his life. Playing with his mind like the eyes of a beautiful women toying with a drunk man's heart. He was sitting in the same garden where it all began. The fire of revenge, love, agony and death erupted from this very place which now looked calm but was the cause of multiple deaths and murderer of not just body but souls, generating lifeless bodies, humans walking yet without their essence-soul. It was ironic. These soft petals, these beautiful flowers could do so much damage. There was a famous saying which was whispered about this place that for a lovers two unite first at this garden would be a bad omen to their love story. He never for once pai
Attraction 30(ii) Found her?
"Nerve-wracking? Is everything alright?" Roshanay asked, concerned. "Yes. Yes. But you know...well.... he wants to meet me,""He?""He.... Remember?.... he....Ibtesham," Alizeh tried reminding her. "Oh him," Roshanay formed an O after realizing, "when?""Well in a week or two. He is coming back from London to Pakistan. He just informed me and I thought of sharing the news with you,""Be cautious, Alizeh. Rather I will suggest you to tell Moosa about him because if he will come to know on his own, it won't end up in your favour,""He is coming to Pakistan for this reason only,""For what reason?""Paving this relationship to our marriage,"Roshanay nodded and after a moment of silence, she spoke, "how did you two meet?""Well, his family lives in London. He often comes to Pakistan to deal the business wing here. One day, he came as an audience at our university for a play in which I performed. And then he approached me. I straight up denied but slowly with his persistence, I have to
Attraction 31. Punishing Kiss
Moosa entered the room and first thing, his eyes fell on her sleeping form. Her long hair sprawled on the pillow as her face was turned to the window of the room which opened to the balcony. He retrieved his car keys, phone and wallet and placed these items on the table before taking off his coat and throwing it on the sofa. He went to the washroom and took a shower and within minutes was out of the restroom in fresh pair of a grey T-shirt and a black trouser. He headed towards the bed where she slept. As soon as he got near her, he instinctively neared to inhale her scent. She smelled of fresh flowers and it made him inhale more of her fragrance, enriching his nostrils. This tiny movement around her seemed to disturb her slumber as her eyes got opened and she turned towards him. "Moosa?" she whispered, before looking at the clock. It was 11:30. Did not he tell her that he was going to be late? "Was someone missing me?" he asked, humorously making a smile appear on her lips. "M
Attraction 32. Nervousness
It was evening when her eyes had striked open. One look at the clock made her realize she slept for six hours straight. She was shocked to say the least and later she figured it out, her coping mechanism overcame her. Whenever she felt this entire sense of anxiety enveloping her heart, clawing its paws deep in the pit of her heart, she always slept. Slept as if there would be no tomorrow. Because if she won't, her overthinking would tenfold her anxiety. And she was aware of that. So sometimes she took the help of sleeping pills or other times, the sleep would naturally come to her. She felt her stomach groaning out of hunger so she got up and as she passed through her bed, her eyes fell on the mirror. Showing her reflection. She caught the sight of her lips. They were red. A little bit swollen with dried blood where Moosa had bit her. As she recalled those moments in the back of her mind, her heart began to beat out of rhythm. Skipping beats. All you have is two days Roshanay...M
Attraction The Meetup
Sitting beside Moosa in the backseat of the car, she tried maintaining as much distance as she could between them. Moosa had decided to drive the car himself to the destination but when she realized that they both would be alone and Moosa could kiss her in the same way as he did in the morning, she produced this slight whispery protest that didn't go unheard infront of Moosa and he agreed to let the drive take the wheel and they both were now in the backseat.The city lights were glimmering as she passed through big buildings. It made her wondered, how much progress man has made. If she looked half a decade back from now, things weren't so advanced and progressed as of today but still she was able to detect something in common. And that was patriarchy. Humans have made so many changes to this world yet still their mentality was still struck in those traditional norms that subjected women in many ways, exposing her to hostility of built-in perspectives. A woman was suppose to act in a
Attraction Prologue
DARK ROMANCE"I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back.Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes to move down on their own.He took one more step and she again backed away."Didn't I, Roshanay?" he cocked his brow, his hand itching to grasp her neck.One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. She had now nowhere to go and dread was creeping up her nerves.Her eyes helplessly looked towards the door and then at him who was moving towards her with that vicious glare but a calm composure. His calmness was making her shudder, she could already feel her forlegs shivering not able to withstand her weight. She felt like she was standing in a lion's den and the lion was ready to pounce on her and break her neck."You know," he stood infront of her, his hand beside her head and at that moment she just only wanted to hide in the wall, "what
Attraction Chapter 1
She didn't know nor did she remember how long it had been but she was sure it had been a long time. A long time since she had been dying, every day and every night. Now it was like a normal to her, different men coming and using her as a toy to quench their sexual desires.Every night her uncle would introduce her to a new customer and she would just sigh, waiting for this pain to end. Just like right now, the man who was thrusting inside her wildly was a new customer who came for her today.She didn't know when her life would take a turn? when her life would get better? She didn't know even she would be able to make out of this hell hole.She didn't know anything.Would someone ever marry her and take her out of this brothel?Marriage? Really? And me?She scoffed at her thoughts, who would like to marry a used girl, who would want to marry a prostitute?Was she really this unworthy that no one would want to marry her?She couldn't understand the standard of society.One virginal wall
Attraction Chapter 2
"Boss, another murder," one of his men said and he looked skeptically at the mark, which was tattoed at the dead man's neck.An eye.He nodded his head and closed the eyes of the dead body, standing up, he smoothened his clothing."Get his funeral done and take his family under our watch," he commanded."Yes boss!" the man replied, his fist colliding with his chest.He looked around his surroundings. They were standing within a forest. He recalled the call he recieved last night and one of his men was begging him to save him but soon he heard the sound a dagger piercing through his body.He closed his brown eyes, taking a deep breath. His patience was thinning and anger was increasing but he needed to take a hold on himself. Things didn't work for him that way.His patience was his key, his power, his stregnth. His anger didn't control him, he controlled his anger. He wasn't a mafia don, ruling the underworld since the tender age of eighteen for nothing. He had all those traits which a
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