"She is more beautiful than her pictures " Philip said wickedly and laughed like a ghost. Aania felt a severe feeling of hate for him. She was glaring into his dangerous eyes.
"How dared you look into my eyes? '' he slapped her on the cheek. It cut the inner side of the cheek. Aania felt the taste of her own blood in her mouth and spit it on the ground with more hatred than before.
"Take her to my room. " Philip wanted to humiliate her and make her helpless before him.
