Chapter 18. Framed

Her eyes moved up to look at him, who wasn't paying any attention to her and was invested in his work. It was the first time she got the chance to closely analyze him.

He was handsome. He looked like a Greek god. His face was perfectly crafted. She would find chances to look at him, observe him, his face, and well-built body. Beauty attracted Sheharzaad, and she really wanted to memorize his features. His appearance was entirely opposite to the aura he carried. His face was angelic, yet his persona was dark. There was something mysterious about him. Something quiet, yet something screaming. He screamed danger and calmness at the same time.

He had a manly, peppered stubble. His eyebrows were thick, and he had a hawkish nose with a broad forehead. His lashes were long and curled upward, shadowing his well-defined cheekbones. He had a concrete jaw and broad shoulders. An earthy scent swirled around him. He had that appearance which would make him stand out in a crowd. An au