His words strike the air, heavy and final, like it's a command I must obey.
Sweat beads form on my skin under his intense gaze that refuses to leave my face, wanting to see through the veil.
I shake my head.
Something flickers in his gaze, acknowledgement perhaps, and he leans close, making me instantly step back. His eyes don't leave my veil for once as he continues to step closer until there's no space for me to scoot back.
God save me this one time again. I plead for mercy.
“Take it off” His voice drops a deep octave, a mix of suspicion and restlessness.
A beat passes, and his hand reaches for my veil.
“Sir,” I force out, using a thick accent and thankful for my sore throat, which makes my voice barely recognizable.
“This is highly inappropriate of you to get in my space and dem
