"I told you to leave my fiancee." Alex shouted gazing at the wall ahead of him.
"And I told you, I will continue to torture her till she meets her death. I keep my promise. I will not disturb you when you mate with Amara until next six months. But from the next day....she is completely mine.
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The trees in the forest begin to sway dreadfully because of the sudden fierce gail. The owl sitting on one of the trees in the stark dark night makes a dreadful howl. The beautiful moon giving light to the habitat suddenly disappears. It felt like the evil was going to shortly ring its death bell.
Amara finally located the fakir's house but he was found no where. The pictures on the wall included some ancient deities but in cruel figures.
She was almost in tears crying desperately for the fakir to help her. One of his followers gets to see Amara searching for him. He comes out of his residence and informs her the fakir has gone to a city nearb
But to her surprise, she found none of her family members in the front hall and Alex just walked in front of her from the bedroom. "What is this that I'm newly hearing Amara? I just came down here after picking back my car from the repair center and I see all new developments in your house? What has gone wrong with you so suddenly?" There was a lot of irritation in his voice that he was trying to control with his utmost efforts. "You want to send your family away to Shahriyar? Why? You know our marriage is taking place within less than fifteen days. Do you think Victor can come back to our wedding so soon hale and hearty after the surgery? There is a period called post surgical recovery. Victor is not a young lad of sixteen. He is seventy six and you get into complications with age. I thought you know about the basic things Amara." He spoke to her in sarcasm and with an interlaced annoyance. Amara did not know how
According to the interests of Alexander, Amara's family stayed back. Amara couldn't tell her family the truth and at the same time see the risk of losing them. She was in a fix and hated Alex for his smartness in convincing people. On the other hand Alex kept assuring Amara against the beast. One after the other the wedding preparations went on a war footing basis. The invitations were already in circulation, finalization of cake was done and the design of the wedding gown went on a success. It was finally the day of Amara's marriage with Alexander. She was putting on a long white gown which had short sleeves. The arresting attire had a sequins in floral design and the detail ran through out the length of the gown and the sleeves. Amara's long wavy hair was styled in a loose bun with few tendrils falling on either side of her angelic face kissing her creamy cheeks. Her make-up w
Both Alexander and Amara are supernatural humans with occult powers but ignorant about it. Soon a day is going to arrive when they would come to know the veracity of the arcane truth behind their origination on the earth which also marks the end of evil. *****The priest initiated the vows and one after the other both Alexander, Amara took their vows. The couple dance followed by cake tasting and drinks. Then it was the time of throwing the bouquet. A mysterious young and beautiful girl dressed in a blue gown caught the bouquet. Nobody knew who invited her and from where she came. Alexander felt her weird as she did not mingle with people nor was she interested in the events of the marriage. She ran through the crowd with a stamina no human can have and held the bundle of flowers. Everybody cheered and clapped for her but Alex had his doubt upon her. Was she the mysterious form of the monster? The next moment addin
Alexander pulled Amara to him in a fierce desideration. A soft gasp leaves out of her as her tender bristols collide with his muscled chest. In a quivering ache of passion, he circled his arm around her waist, angled her neck upwards to him through his other and kissed her in an ache of suspire. The room was filled with the sound of smooches. Both of them were burning in a fire of libido. Alexander slowly brushed his hand down from her shoulder reaching her globe and squeezed it. Amara pushed her finger into her mouth and bit it hard to arrest the squeal about to come out of her entranced by her pining sexuality. "Do not arrest your desires before me my sweetheart. You are mine and I am yours completely." Alexander's hand went to her back as he unlocked the clip of Amara's brassier. Looking into her eyes his orbs diluted in a sheer gleam of covetness as he gradually
Holding the tip of her tongue to the pink of his erec***n, Amara teases it thereby winning an earth shattering growl from Alexander. He combs her hair back in his fist and holds her hair tight to facilitate her in their process of making love. Amara was so much an expert in doing the job that Alex had eja****ted twice in her mouth. He pulled her up from the sitting position and kissed her like a beast savouring the meat. There was passion, hunger and a craving in his smooch. "Amara I cannot live without you." Alex sussurated bringing her to his chest inhaling deeply her scent and encapsulating her in his arms. He carried her bridal style to the bed and placed her gingerly like she was a flower which would wither if not handled carefully. He pulled down her panty followed by his pants. Both of them were then equally naked just like Amara wanted. Parting her legs Alex ran kisses from her feet upwards reaching her mid thighs and
Alexander was in no way going to oblige the beast's orders. He was soon going to plan his next course of action. Two hours later..... One of Alexander's friends had met with an accident. Putting on his Rolex watch Alex looked at Amara through the mirror and told her he will be back in a couple of hours. His declaration to visit his sick friend did not settle good with Amara. Her heart soon started beating harder against peace. Amara felt shielded by her husband. He was her happiness as well as her protector. The absence of him made her feel exposed to evil forces looming around her which gave rise to agony. Just as she imagined to her utter tribulation no sooner he stepped out of the house, the furniture in the room went flying in the air. A huge stone out of nowhere flew from the window and hit the mirror breaking it into pieces. All the items on the dressing table dropped to the floor shattering to p
After all the cars left to the airport, Amara's heart beat was faster than a jet plane. The gates of the mansion automatically went closed. As if somebody pulled her inside, her feet withdrew almost giving up and the main door of the entrance went instantly locked. Amara went falling to the floor as if somebody forced her to the ground and a glass shard stuck to the middle of her throat. The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowin
"Think about it, think about your past, bring it back to your memory." The words of the fakir rang in her ears. Amara walked to the life size picture of princess Veronica hung in the drawing hall and looked at it intensely.The fakir and Lima walked behind her. "This is the picture Princess Veronica got painted just before she left the kingdom and never returned." Lima informed the fakir with wetness in her eyes.Amara looked acutely at the beautiful sketch as if on deep thought and was petrified moments later. The once clear picture gradually begins to display words written in small letters. "If you are able to read the lines on this painting, it is an indication the time has arrived for me to recollect my past. It is confirmed the monster is out of his burial and very soon the destruction is going to befall."You may not be knowing but this is not you who is reading this scripture from the painting. It is me in the form