His face was flushed, red, and a thick vein was visible on his forehead. I caught him staring at me. He looked worn out from what we just did. He had a grin on his face, a haunting one.
Something about his glance scared me. He looked evil for a moment. His stare was so piercing. He looked at me in such a way that tells me he isn’t innocent. But once he speaks, he acts as if he is a kind and ‘moral’ man.
The eyes do not lie. His stare gives away that he is … Bewafa. His stare tells me he is guilty. His eyes mirrors his soul. I don’t see innocent eyes. I see a man who hurts women. A liar, a good liar.