Chapter 12

The tinge of authority, he had delivered while uttering those two words in his baritone voice was enough for her, not to make a protest and she propelled her legs forward and sat beside him. "Look at me," he said after a few moments of silence, during which she refused to meet his eyes. After shutting off her dreadful thoughts, her lashes moved up and caught his brown eyes, staring at her as if they had the capability to stare into her soul. He looked as if he was pissed off but again, she couldn't say much about that because every feature of his face was too expressionless. Whatever he felt, he didn't show it on his face. After every two seconds, her eyes would tore off of his brown eyes and gaze at the bed fearfully and then back at him. She was scared of this wooden piece, the bed. She was truly scared of it. The things which were done with her on the bed were indescribable. They were better left unsaid. Moosa noticed that, how her amber eyes would look dreadfully at the bed and the