▪︎Sultan Omar Khan▪︎
"What is wrong with you Omar?" She snapped at me.
The old Omar would start lecturing her about disrespect but I just can't. I missed this fiery Amrit so much.
I carefully placed her on the bed but she didn't remove her hands from my neck. I did not ask her to. I didn't want our bodies to separate, nor did she.
"Amrit… how I longed to have you back." I leaned forward and captured her lips.
Everything about her screamed attention. Her wet hair, her soft lips, eyes washed from kohl, scarlet bindi on the forehead smeared. "Omar..." she breathed, closing her eyes as I pulled away. My mere name from her mouth sets me on fire. What a passion you have filled me with Amrit.
"My Amrit." I said caressing her wet face.
"Yes Omar. I'm yours. From this moment to eternit
