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Denigration of the Devil

(He loosened my one hand and slowly rested it above his heart. Suddenly, it reminded me of our first kiss. That day, he did this same thing, but probably he didn't remember since he was drank. "Feel that. It only beats for you. Feel it, Noona. This thing was protected with heavy shells. It was impossible to break it free, but you did it. You broke the shells one by one and slowly made your way into this. Only you live inside my heart. Only for you, this cold heart beats." His eyes held thousands of emotions in them. I was overwhelmed looking into his eyes, feeling that hectic rhythm of his heart under my palm. He smiled at me, "I love you. I love only you. Always have, always will." I blinked to hush away the tears that were blinding me from seeing his face. I released a shaky breath, "I love you too.") Fate collides two different persons from two different part of the world, two broken hearts, two lonely souls. Taesung is a 20 years old boy. His mother died during his childhood. Later his father became a drunkard who abused his two children. Taesung murdered his father while his father was abusing Taesung's sister, Taemin. And Fahami is a 24 years old brilliant student, a karate fighter and a dancer who is still in depression because of her brother's death. She meets with Taesung when she receives a scholarship from Daegu Gyeongbuk Institute of Science and Technology. She sees her dead brother, Nabil in Taesung. Because of the resemblance of characters between them. But situation gets twisted when Fahami and Taesung starts feeling something stronger and different for each other. Fate betrays them and conspires to break them apart. What will happen when Taesung will have to fight his inner devil?

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Chapter 63: What If?

Fahami's POV:

I kissed his forehead removing the bangs fallen on his forehead which was reaching till his brows. He needed a haircut.

He looked up again at my face and cupped my cheek with his both hands, "Noona, are you alright? Do you feel any pain? Are you sore?"

The concern flickered in his dark, addictive eyes.

I simply smiled at him, "A bit sore."

His eyes looked more concerned. I didn't know how could someone's eyes be this much expressive?

He looked apologetic. "Was I too rough?" And then he lowered his gaze, as if he was ashamed.

I cupped his face and made him look at me, "Hey, don't be sad. I feel a bit of pain, but I enjoyed last night."

He looked up again, but all of a sudden, he looked nervous. What was wrong?

"Was I..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Did I satisfy you? I know, it wasn't your first time. You might have experienced better than last night." His tone got a bit possessive.