Untamable Temptations

She was beautiful, not just to look at but to know. They said, for someone who possess such a kind soul, the Almighty will shower His blessings on her. He was ruthless, not just by reputation, but by heart. They said no one that dared crossed him lived to tell the tale. They said, for someone who possess such poison in their soul, the Almighty will definitely punish him adequately. Belonging to two families that hated each other, these two souls were never meant to be meet. Until fate intervened and intertwined their lives in such a way that neither had expected. Will she prove to be the punishment he so needs ? Or will he become the blessing she so deserves ? ……………………………………………………… Run, Meerab, Run Her nerves strained as she ran, the pain in her leg doubling as she rush past the trees that she had come to love so much. Her lungs strained to catch up with the sudden burst of energy that her body felt, her small feet padding through the snow, almost as though she was unable to feel the cold as she ran. Unusually, her brain had stopped the signals of pain the permeated throughout her body. No, a greater more urgent signal was being transmitted. Survival. She needed to run. She needed to escape, and she needed to do it now. She knew it and her body knew it. Her brain hence disregarded anything that interfered with her survival instinct. Millions of years of evolution had ensured that the human body went back to its basics when it smelled a predator. That is how humans have survived, even though they were weaker in bodily strength than many carnivores. " You really think you can escape?" The voice wasn't even loud, but it reached her ears all the same. In fact, it was quiet. But deadly in its quietness. He didn't seem even angry. No, he seemed rather intrigued. Like he was enjoying the chase. He followed her at his own pace, letting her overtake him, and increase the lead quite easily. He moved like a lion on a hunt. Slow but steady, his eyes never wavering from the price. The prey.. she thought with a shiver of fear. She was his prey. And he was hunting her. "Come on, Run. Make this enjoyable. For both of us. Do you know how much I enjoy chasing you?" And then she made the mistake of looking back. Right at him. Dressed in black, his hair slicked back, a gun casually pointed at her, he was smirking. Unthreatened by her attempted escape. Unthreatened by almost anything. But that's the thing. He was unthreatened because he was the threat here. The predator. Nawab Malik Murtasim Khan Author's Note #darkromance #dubcon #maturethemes #smut