His Beaming Destiny
She was a rose in the hands of ammonia, Zane. He had no intentions of loving her, lust ran through his veins for her, not love.
But in the eyes of Umar, she glowed. She was his light, his destiny, what unbeknownst to her, he's been searching for his entire life, his Angel. She was what he had prayed for.
Sitting on that prayer mat, she looked so beautiful, so perfect an angel who too, was possible praying for him or maybe for someone she had begun to think was hers?