His Smile​

Roman Mashir was the man that stepped out of shadowed corners wearing a smile. Cruelty and laughter were synonymous in his world. Roman was the devil who caught your gaze and grinned back at you in your nightmares. 
 
Fear was what he liked to see, expected even—bright eyed infatuation was not.
 
Rahina Chopra was persistent, annoying, naïve, and beyond foolish. While she danced happily in moonlight he was the devil who aimed his sights and pulled triggers. 
 
She had no business fluttering carelessly into his world, he had made too many enemies, laughed in the face of one too many dying men to be allowed the luxury of her beauty. 
 
But she recklessly fell in love with the madman, despite everyone's warnings--despite his warnings.
 
So, she stepped closer. Further into the psychopath's hands sliding around her throat and closed her eyes to his grip fastening tightly close. Rahina didn't want Roman's status, his power, or his wealth the only thing she wanted was—his smile.

I really really enjoyed this! It was such an interesting story! Very creative! I enjoyed every minute!

Mrs.NicaLeeSnape - June  10

 

Great story. The wait for things to develop between them was worth it. Fantastic job.

Tanychaidez - July 31

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