~Mirror of His Soul.~

"I hope this is a dream because I want to wake up now," ~ Shravya

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"STOP TOUCHING ME!!" Being horrified, she shrieked and suddenly, slapped him while covering herself with her arms.

It appeared as though he didn’t feel any pain from the impact. His gaze was directed at her, his eyes looking deep and elusive as if they were full of ink.

After all, his eyes were the mirror of his soul. With their dark color, they ostensively, without any reluctance reflected his true nature.

A humorless chuckle came past his lips. "That's exactly what I. Won't. Stop. Doing." With each word his eyes seemed to become darkened as Shravya's feet slowly moved backward.

"Don't move." His dark eyes narrowed slightly as suddenly he strode and grabbed her wrist, taking advantage of her current state as she stood, her one arm striving in his hold and the other arm tightly clutching the robe, against her exposed chest.

With a fierce yank, he pulled her struggling body to him. His face went closer to hers, portraying sexual intentions as he laughed ferociously.

"These futile attempts aren't going to work," his thick low voice was unexpectedly soft that it sent tantalizing chills down her spine and her back went stiff as she still tried to push him to let her go, but he didn’t budge. 

As she looked up---from her wrist to his face---with trembling eyes, his lips itched themselves into a cool smile.

His predatory essence fortified and grew intense as he drew her closer, making her soft chest crashed to his firm and solid one while she sought to have the robe on herself, by any means.

His one leg was between her legs as his hand slid to her thighs. His fingertips trailed on her soft skin, enjoying the feeling of the warmness her body provided, despite being in the water.

"I don't want you to delay your breakfast." His hand stopped at her waist. "So, let me help you in getting out of this thing." Suddenly, he tugged at the cincture of her rope, pulling that drenched fabric off while her fists fisted that cloth in a tight grip as she twisted her body to avoid his movements.

"Be obedient, Sona. Leave your robe free," When he said this, his coal-black orbs appeared to become alleviated as a delicate smile emerged on his perfect thin lips.

His smile looked pure and beautiful. But his eyes, they were dark and dull; as if they were an abyss, which apparently was trying to pull Shravya in.

Looking in his eyes, it seemed impossible for her, to escape from his darkness.

Suddenly, with a strenuous moment, her rope was snatched off her and she let out a loud shriek, covering her naked chest as they both now stood a few steps away from each other.

Throwing the cloth outside of the bathtub, he slowly approached her, which resulted her panic to rise wildly.

"Please! stop," she audibly sobbed.

Abruptly shifting back, she carefully scanned the bathroom, looking for an escape when all of a sudden, she spotted something on the ceiling.

A mirror!

Her eyes started feeling a slight pain as if they were pricked, her heart also started breeding a trace of terrified feeling as she kept staring at that shiny and expensive object, which reflected her naked and helpless self, making her condition worse.

She was intimidated by such thing that she inadvertently stumbled back, falling into the bathtub as she shrank herself into a ball, trying not to glance at the ceiling.

Her lips wobbled up, releasing some soft whimpers as she tumbled back onto the end of the bathtub before freezing in her place and wrapping her arms around herself, afraid of being watched naked by Zaid.

Her hands couldn’t help but tremble from the emotional struggle, and the fear that lingered in her which hinders her movement.

She doesn't want him to see her naked.

As his feet came into the line of her vision, she shivered all over, shrinking herself more.

"Please,"

"No,"

"Don't do this Zaid,"

"Please..."

Her fighting spirit faded the moment she spotted the vast mirror, affixed to the ceiling above.

Now, she was only scared.

Sensing Zaid going out of the bathtub, she turned her face to another side, her hair dripping down on her neck in wet strands as she tried to avoid his presence.

She could feel him staring at her. And it brought more fear in her.

"Lay your lower body straight and your head on the bathtub," his voice sounded from the back, making her blood ran cold.

Now, he was standing behind her back and she could feel his gazes lingering on her. She know very clearly that he was staring at her as if he was trying to invade her that exact moment.

When his hands grabbed her shoulders, she went stiff. For an instant, there was no other movement in her except a slight tilt of the head as her wet hair slid away from her face, allowing him to see half of her angelic facial features.

Not only with water, but her cheeks were wet with tears too; she was crying.

Unknowingly, her gazes shifted upward, silently hoping not to see the mirror on the ceiling. But it still was there, reflecting him and her; the image of a miserable, ruined, and broken soul.

Her nails sifted into her knees; she was so confused that she couldn’t distinguish the boundary between dream and reality.

"This look of yours looks alluring and very inviting," Zaid mumbled against her earlobe. The words that came out of his mouth were full of ardour as he gently brushed away her wet locks that were plastered to her pale back.

"Look, how beautiful you are." His hand gently seized her hair, rendering her head up and making her eyes again stare straight---at the huge mirrors tiled above.

She glared at his reflection as suddenly, something flared in her fearful hazel orbs and she brushed his hand away. "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!"

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Zaid placed Shravya's trembling body on the couch and kneeled in front of her, examining her wounded foot. Unintentionally, she injured herself in the bathroom, while trying to withstand against him.

Caressing and blowing air on her wound to soothe the pain, Zaid lifted his head and looked at her. Her face was completely pale, and her eyes were puffy, glistening with tears.

Long strands of wet brown hair stick to her face and neck, and for reasons he couldn't explain; why she still looked beautiful.

"Stay here. I will go and get the first aid box." He said in a low tone, making her nod apparently.

She seemed too tired and drained to resist him now. Her mind still seemed to waver over his dark eyes, which looked at her with lust, back in the bathroom.

She shivered as some terrible images flash before her eyes. Traces of idling chills were still visible on her back.

She was scared...again.

Ignoring the pain in her foot, she simply leaned back onto the couch and looked at his approaching figure before eyeing the wound of her foot, which was slightly bleeding.

When he again kneeled in front of her, she felt something cold on her foot and instantly, noticed that he was dabbing a medicine-covered cotton ball on her injury.

Consciously she again peeked a glance at him. He was looking down, the shadow of his wet bangs sweeping over his forehead as the corner of his mouth tilted, carrying a significance of a vital curve.

A frosting numbness that could make anyone's blood run cold rushed up from the soles of her foot, where he touched her.

She resisted the bait to run away and silently, clutched her bathrobe while closing her eyes as a shot of burning pain from the wound, rushed inside her body.

The pain reduced a bit as he slowed his speed. The gentleness of that move compelled a trail of warm tears to come out from her eyes.

Why did he change so much?

The question itself tore her heart to shreds; she didn't know what exactly lead him to be a monster........................

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