The inevitable

She fitted perfectly in his arms. The diamond of his eyes bored into hers as she stared at

him. Lifeless. Void of any emotion.

"Did I not tell you, I'll even myself with you, Sheharzaad?" His whisper came. Pulling up his

calloused hand, he placed it warmly on her cheek. "The day you dared to slap me...

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