She fell silent, annoyed by his words, and he suddenly withdrew a kind of invisible fabrics covering his face,and Riya looked at him in shock, from the start he had been wearing a mask to hide his real face, which wasn't hideous at all but rather the opposite, able to compete with fashionable actors, she understood better where her kidnapper's confidence came from, in addition to being a dangerous criminal, he was endowed with a dangerous beauty.
He brought his face dangerously close to hers, and she closed her eyes, feeling his breath hit hers, her heart pounding in her chest : "Now you can love me, Princess, can't you? "he asked provocatively, knowing full well the effect he had on women
Riya nodded, mechanically opening her eyes, she was fascinated by the colour of his eyes, a mixture of grey and blue, his face seemed so familiar, something in her was awakening. Satisfied with her answer, " Good" he patted her cheek as he started the car
And with this gesture, she knew it, she turned back to him abruptly, "Armaan...?" she asked with incomprehension, and he turned back to her with a wink "Finally, my Princess remembers her Prince" he added with his famous accent and a mischievous grin
Riya turned her shaken attention to the road: the man who had abandoned her and trampled on her heart for so long before was back. Now she was sure by the irregular rhythm of her heart every time she looked at him that Stolckom's Syndrome was already spreading through her chest like a virus
Hello, forgive me for this long post, but part of me suddenly wanted to see what it would be like if I wrote dark romance. I don't know if I'm going to do it, but I'll leave you with an extract from this imaginative scene from my strange head
Actually, I think it's a bit of a cliché