FALLEN ANGLE

ENCHANTED

Looking at her picture, he was in vogue.

Her smile was like armor, and she went to war every day.

Her sparkling eyes: were like they had their vocabulary and her language. Her eyes held an endless kind of innocence. They were the doorways to her soul.

Her lashes: touched her cheeks, but it was more like they protected her beautiful green eyes.

Veeda had slinder nose.

And her lips: the curve of her lips were rewriting history.

So luscious and so tempting.

He was observing her, but she was unaware of him. He was drinking her every feature.

Eyes can do some kisses.

"you are staring at someone's wife," Najib nudged him while seeing him staring at her shamelessly.

In the room full of art, he was still staring at her. She was an ocean of beauty, hidden in a dew drop.

She was the drew of beauty in the passion of his need.

Like the fall of dropping water, it wears away the stone. She was wearing away his rational mind and awakening his passion and compassion.

Without even knowing, she was making a nest for herself. To be trapped, she was trapping herself unknowingly in Farad's desire.

"I don't care. I can only see that Veeda is mine, and one day I will make her mine" he smirked and looked at Najib, who gave her a meaningful smile in return.

"but she is married to the most dangerous army man; what will you do now?" Najib asked him while looking at him.

"She is a mortal danger to all men. She is beautiful without knowing it and possesses a charm that she is unaware of. Danger hides in beauty, and beauty in danger," he quoted still, his eyes not averting from her picture, which he was unaware of—confidence laced from his tone.

"I don't understand what you say sometimes, but I have to tell you one thing, man, as I am your friend.

That you will put yourself in danger," Najib said as he always does to make him understand, but as always, he blew his piece of advice in his laughter.

"I am not in danger; I am the danger" he winked and made his way to find the girl of his every kind of dream. His was desire, his passion, his lust. He has been observing her since she was in school. He used to steal her things so he could smell her. He would smell her hairband, her pen, her notebook, and her broken bangle. He would smell them and keep them as he sensed her. Her every act was saved in his mind and would open him to the world of fantasies.

The way she pushes her hair behind her ear now and then.

The way she twists the ring on her finger.

The way she smiles while talking to her friends.

The way she eats the cake while skipping the leading food and closing her eyes while having every bite of it.

The way her curved lips mold while chewing the bite. But his mood spoiled seeing the man standing beside brigadier general Hussain Rasooli. He was the man who now owned his precious.

His blood boiled, and his eyes became red in anger. He so wanted to pull his gun and hit him on the head. But he knew he couldn't do it as this party was full of army and navy people, so he had to wait. But he also knew that he hadn't had a lot of time. He had to hurry.

"hey, Farad, nice to see you" he knew whose voice was that. Not showing his irritation, he masked a happy face and turned to him.

"hey, Tahir dude, what's up."

They greeted me with a manly hug. But Farad's eyes were roaming here and there to see her.

"When you came?" Tahir asked Farad while offering him juice.

"just yesterday and I came with a great shock," he meaningfully said to Tahir while he didn't understand what he meant.

"good to see you, man. It's good you make it to come to my sister's reception. How's aunt and uncle?"

Farad's blood boiled, hearing the same thing he didn't want to hear, but he still managed to give him a small smile.

"they are good and there with your mother. You are from an army family, and you are yourself an army man, while I belong to a business family, two opposite of each other. However, still, your father and my father ended up being the best friend while you and me too," he tried to distract his mind and asked Tahir while his eyes were still searching for the one person. But she was not there.

'' where is she.''

"yeah, that is true. Your parents came to my sister's wedding, but you couldn't. Aunt said you were in the UK," Tahir asked, but Farad's eyes were roaming around.

"yeah, I was," he replied with the slightest interest.

"Come, I will introduce you, Hammad."

"with pleasure," he smirked, hearing his name.

Tahir took him to where Hammad was standing talking to his father in, law brigadier general Hussain Rasooli. So Tahir and Farad approached him. But Farad had a wave of anger boiling inside him upon seeing him. Indeed Hammad was a strong and famous man in Army, and Farad was the son of the most famous man in the business world, Abdullah Sheerzai, while Farad was living on his father's legacy and enjoying his father's money and power.

But meeting Hammad in person made him a little conscious, but his irrational mind was making him block all rational reasons and lighten his plan again in his mind and heart.

He smirked and looked Hammad in the eye while Hammad was counting him in his eyes, sensing him as a useless and spoilt brat.

"Hammad, meet my friend Farad Sheerzai."

Hammad looked at him when Farad raised his hand to shake his hand with a fake and evil smile on his face. Hammad gave him his famous stoic and blank face and shook his hand.

"Major general Hammad Ebadi" both shook hands, but feelings were not suitable for each other Farad hated him and wanted to destroy him, and Hammad was not getting a good vibe from him, so as an army man, he kept his guards high.

"Congratulations on your wedding," Farad said while he hated even standing in front of Hammad, but if he wanted to play his card, he had to tolerate it.

Hammad looked at him calculatingly. Being an army man serving in battles or dealing with enemies, he could read people and snipe danger. To his surprise, Hammad was snipping something from this young man standing before him. But he was a major general, not for nothing. He can handle his missions with utmost perfection, which his enemies and his antagonists and detractors would haunt by hearing his name, let alone his presence.

"thank you," replied him shortly while still keeping him in his eyes. Farad could sense his eyes on him. He felt conscious as he could see Hammad's intense eyes were reading his soul.

"Hammad, where is Veeda?" he averted his eyes from him and looked at Tahir, who was looking around to find his sister. Hammad gave one last look to the man in front of him, whose eyes were darting about, too, while trying hard not to be noticed.

"I will see" with that, he strides from there while Farad is restless to see his doll.

He was burning with desire and kept it quiet. That was difficult for him and a grieving punishment. But, for him, the truth was that Veeda. He wanted her to the point of burning and craved her attention.

Fishing his phone from his pocket, he looked at her pictures. He had taken a lot of her pictures while she was not even aware of it. He was tracing her face, the urge alive again in him.

"yes, I am fascinated with you. I was, I am, and I will be.

No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity for physical sensation in me. When my eyes caught on you, I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.

I have laid with many and had many fantasies, but looking at you makes my thirst ten times folded.

I couldn't get you because somebody took you before I came, but it's ok, sweetheart. I will contact you. as you are my fantasy. I want to explore you every f*****g day of my life. I want you,y doll, so severely that it hurts" he smirked and made his way to have a juice and wait for his beauty.

She had done her makeup. Like her wedding, she kept her makeup simple with peach eye shadow and baby pink lips. Her lehenga was heavy but what was disturbing her was her back. It had a deep U cut, and she was trying to hide it with her veil. But it was not helping her because it was a georgette net. She put her cloak on the bed and tried to hook it again. It was making her tired, but nothing was happening. Sighing, she decided to call Muska for her help. As she made her way to the door, the door opened abruptly, making her startled and shocked too. Hammad entered the room and was shocked to see. She wore a peach and heavy pistachio lehenga with the same color veil. The blouse had full net sleeves and a square-cut neck, which did not show her cleavage. Her brown shoulder-length hair was done in a side bun, while some tendrils touched her temples and neck. She was wearing the same color bangles and now wearing Kundan jewelry with her look. It made her look like an Indian bride, unlike an afghani bride. Her simplicity touched his heart and made her nervous. She looked beautiful, as the lehenga's color was doing good justice to her creamy skin. She looked at him, who was always handsome in his three-piece Calvin Klein navy suit, white dress shirt, and maroon tie. His muscular body was towering over her pitied one, making her nervous. And she was scared!

She looked down and bit her lip in nervousness. Hammad could see her eyes shivering and her body getting uncomfortable in front of him. Veeda didn't realize she had no veil; suddenly, she snapped and looked at him with her big green eyes, which looked beautiful with black kohl. Hammad was enjoying her nervousness. Abruptly Veeda turned from him as she felt embarrassed to stand in front of him without her veil around her neck. Veeda clutched her skirt in her hands tightly as she realized she had made another mistake by showing him her bare back.

"oh, no, Veeda, you are so stupid. So you are hiding something which is not showing and showing something which is completely bare?"

Hammad's eyes popped out as he saw her back.

She was beyond embarrassed now, so she took hurried steps to go to the closet, hide from him, and try to hook it. But her attempt failed as Hammad pulled her back to him. She collided with his hard chest. Veeda shivered as she felt his warm breath on her neck. Something took over Hammad's senses as he pulled her back to himself and smelled her vanilla scent, which invaded his nostrils, traveled through his heart, and hazed his mind. Veeda shivered and closed her eyes tightly.

In comparison, he was putting her hands on her front. Hammad was relishing her nervousness and discomfort. Veeda felt his hand on her back, and she gasped with closed eyes as she felt him snuggling in her neck while hooking her blouse. Veeda was feeling an intense feeling of exhilaration. She was quivering and shuddering while Hammad could sense it all.

"control Hammad................ Don't scare her."

He mentally said to himself and tried to control his daze.

While he was muddling with vagueness and daze, his hands traveled to her hair as he pulled the pins and let her hair fall on her shoulder. Hammad took a sharp breath and turned her to himself while her eyes were closed, and her breaths were uneven. Hammad put her hair behind her back, covering her U-shape with her hair. Then he put her veil on her head lightly. Completing her appearance, Hammad kissed her forehead, to her surprise. She opened her eyes and looked into his wide eyes while he smiled and kissed her nose. The first time she saw a smile on his lips and the first time to see them so close to each other did something to her already beating heart.

"beautiful as dew."

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