- DYLAN’S POV
- My dear wife was looking very scared, and she looked even more beautiful. If only she knew that I too was on the edge; but I kept reminding myself that she was fragile and to be handled with care. If the lion instincts within me were to be followed; I would have jumped up and gulped the poor woman whole. I looked at her and could not help but guzzle. What a beauty she was. Her beauty continued to increase each and every day I looked at her. I surely was madly in love with the woman seated on the corner of the bed.
- “Come, Anisha,” I stretched my hand and she shyly took it. She moved up the bed, pushing herself up until she was close to me. Her left hand was holding tightly to the bed sheet which she was using to cover herself.