FIFTY-FOUR

FARZAN’S POV:

The only thing I was sure of at that moment was that she wasn’t my slave. She couldn’t be because she was the one who was ruling over me. She was the one making amendments in the decisions that were already imprinted when I decided to lead my own life.

I gazed into her messed self that aroused me even more. She wasn’t the most beautiful in the whole world but in my world she was. I hadn’t been attracted to anyone in my life until she had entered it and made life to take a one righty degree turn. And the issue was that I didn’t even frown on that.

I chose to not say anything at that time as sometimes words didn’t have any use as it’s the actions which scream what I wanted to scream at that time.

Removing my shirt, I made her wear it as she simply wore that without any protest. Her whole body was turning into a crimson color as if her whole body was blushing even those beautiful pink colord pebbles which I would like to suck every morning. That could act like caffeine in m