The Werewolf Prince

The Look To Die For

Nadia Sophia . She was the talk of the town . And where she was not, she was made to be . Because Shah Quazir had her eyes on her . That lustful , arrogant King thought he can make the innocent , teenage girl's heart his own . And shame on him , that him being an adult over 40 , to look with lustful eyes upon a teen ! But do we love Nadia , our story's heroine , because of the king's evil antiques ? No , we love her because of her tender, and kind soul . She lived a few blocks away from Qasir , but she was not aware of the fact that our hero existed even . But Qasir's deep brown eyes , knew .

He was gliding through the streets of Hyderabad, the dust dancing on his skin like a loving couple would on their wedding day , his face brazen with tan, but his vision full of fire. But right now, he was not running away, but chasing, a mysterious hooded figure. For he had stolen the dagger that he had stolen. And the reason that man was mysterious because Qasir knew the network of dingy thieves in that area of town, and he had never seen that person before. His face was hidden, but it was evident that that person had long, shiny, brown hair, and the tail of it was dangling from the side of his hood .

The pace of that man was nearly equivalent to Qasir , and the fact that was still out in the open and not in jail because of his dingy thieving activities was proof that he was quite fast himself. He was made to break his sweat . He jumped over shops of street vendors, the hooded figurine jumped higher. He kicked away passerbys in desperation. The figure was so smooth that he did not have to disturb the daily hustle and bustle of the magnificent bazaars of Hyderabad. The hooded figure was certainly better at this.

(who knew that the figure would be so good at stealing hearts too...wink wink) . But finally, unfortunately for the figure, a dead end came in obstruction. Qasir had finally conquered the chase . Or so he must have thought . This was no coincidence though . Qasir knew the blueprint of the town like the back of his hand . He had ran down the dusty lanes of the town before he had taken up a book. ( maybe that is why he was into his thief antics )

But what he did not know that this situation which he thought would be a conundrum for the mysterious hooded figure was no coincidence to the hooded figure too . She had it all planned from before .

Now wait a damn second , SHE ? THE HOODED FIGURINE IS A FEMALE ? She knew parkour , and tiptoed her way between the small crevices on the wall to jump over it . And there it was , the look , that Qasir could die for . As she crouched on her way to the top , and sat on top of it , her hood fell off , and that explained the shiny brown tail of her hair . Her hair fell down in a royal , spiral fashion , and before jumping off , she looked back at Qasir , with her deep , blue eyes , and smirked at him , as if she did not just steal his dagger , which he knew not the importance of ( yet ) , but also his heart . Qasir could not help but frown , as in this area of life , he did not avail incompetency before .

But some thing within him changed . That look , that she gave , it was almost a compensation for him in exchange for his dagger ( For heaven's sake Qasir , you do not know the importance of that long lost dagger , focus , for god's sake , and take it back ) .

But now , although as an excuse only , he decided to follow her . This beautiful figure he did not know of , not just yet , in search of love ? Oops , no , not love , but for his dagger .