उपन्यास अबूझमाड़ भयानक प्रेम पुस्तक

The novel abeautiful terrible love book

About the book

Every time I entered my room, I saw him.His startling emerald green eyes stared at me, his wild red hair in acarefully planned disarray. His jacket, perfectly tailored, was a darkbrown color, complimenting the perfectly clear complexion that heseemed to wear effortlessly. His dark blue jeans rested low on his hips,and a hint of skin was showing right where his tight shirt and jeansmet. The muscles he had were straining against his shirt, and hischeekbones, very defined in his masculine face, were slightly red. Hisfull red lips only accented his perfectly proportioned facial features. I walked past him to my cluttered mound of paperwork on my desk. Itwas my senior year, and I had tons of homework, not to mentioncollege applications.