71: THE PASSION

ARIEL'S POV My heart pounded in my chest as Luke forcefully dragged me into his room. I stumbled that very moment, the room was kind of dark. Luke's grip was firm, and his determination for whatever he wanted to do, was evident in his eyes. He had an intense gaze, one that made me feel both captivated and apprehensive. My eyes darted around, as I was still trying to understand what the hell was going on around here. I tried to put an end to Luke's grip, but the more I resisted, the tighter his hold became. Luke, still holding me, and sensing my resistance, spoke in a low, gentle voice, "What's wrong Ariel? Why are you doing this?" "Doing what?" I asked him, still trying to get his hands off me. "You are my wife, aren't you?" He queried, but I refused to give him an answer. "There's no need to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. I won't bring the pain like I did to you those years." Immediately, I stopped struggling, my eyes meeting Luke's. There was something in