Love on the Sands

“You little dog! You…”
A barrage of curses in English rang out, delivered so rapidly that it was almost impossible for anyone to understand.
Raheem furrowed his dark, honey-colored eyebrows before
easily scooping the woman up by the waist and lifting her from the helicopter. When she struggled a bit, he slung her round waist over his shoulder.

“Aaaaah!” Antara screamed, her long hair falling over her face, which was
dangerously close to his waist and slender hips. The feisty woman kicked her legs wildly,
bumping into Raheem’s thighs as he took long strides. He gritted his teeth.

“Stop struggling! Do you want to break your neck?” he snarled, slapping her firm buttocks
hard under her soft jeans. It worked; the woman
stopped struggling, but only for a few seconds, enough for Raheem to smile triumphantly. Then he
cried out in pain as she tensed her body, arched her back, and used both hands to clutch
and yank his dark brown hair with all her might, forcing his handsome face to tilt back.

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