Khairs POV

　　At every touch he made on me, I felt shivers and electric sparks in my body. he held me so tight that I could barely move, my body was paining from every angle because of his manly grip. He let go of me, But in a harsh manner which inflicted pain on my back. 

　　I sat there crying hard like a lonely puppy. why me?, He's wicked, I hate him. I hate him because he is wicked and disrespectful, he has no respect for a woman. 

　　Finally, I drifted into a slumber that held many messages passed to me through nightmare's.

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　　"Allahu Akbar" That was the call...