11:47 PM
The time ticked as my eyes worriedly darted to the grand clock. I thudded my foot against the rug, clutching the bridge of my nose. Watching me, Zehra's voice came out, low reassuring.
"Madam, please don't tire yourself, you are pregnant" I shot her a look, my voice coming out pained, "How can I not, Zehra?" my lips quivered as I looked to the ground. "When he doesn't even care for me and leaves me worried all night"...
Zehra frowned as she quickly leapt to my side. She sat beside me on the sofa as she grazed my back in a tender manner. "He will come" she pressed. Then her eyes darted, "Forgive me, miss but what husband leaves his pregnant wife alone for her to cry herself to bed?" she sighed deeply.
I then gave the window quick glance as I felt a wave of nausea hitting me. I closed my eyes, gritting my lips as I clutched at the fine leather, which then easily sunk in my fingernails.
Madam...!
I got up my feet and sprinted to the washroom. My hip bucked as I emptied out the contents of my stomach. Hearing my derailed cough, Zehra trailed behind.
She softly patted at my back--Just then, the front door clicked. I gave myself a glance at the mirror then gestured Zehra to answer. She nodded and hesitantly went to the door.
At the front door, Nur stood by hands clutching around his phone as he typed away. His eyes were unreadable; mind was somewhere else entirely.
Nur's pov:Ah... the cold gust of Istanbul's august swept through me as I then stood Infront of my estate. I gazed at the snow-covered area, chill, dark and undeniably empty. My phone chimed in a message as I then quickly read it. "What is it Nur, ready to apologize?" it was Cagan. I rolled at my eyes as I then tucked it in my pocket.
A sigh escaped from my chest as I then gazed at the granite floor before me.
Yes, Cagan was right...last night, I had acted so impulsive, I made her cry... I clenched my jaw as regret washed over me. Yet all she did was smile and walk away. Though I noticed those tears that clung her lashes. How her body shuddered with my every piercing word, how she had backed away as if I would hit her.
Eyeing at the door. My patience was wearing off--then the worst possible thing tugged at my mind--What if Arslan had returned?I shook my head internally knowing that it was utterly impossible. Though as the time rolled by, I couldn't shrug of the possibilities.
"Frick it" I tugged the handle open as the door clicked. There Infront of me Zehra stood, her hands were clasped together.
(Hoş geldiniz) Welcome... I gave her a rigid nod as my eyes then wandered to the lounge, my heart raced, she wasn't there.
"I-If you are looking for Mrs. Ayse, she is upstairs, in her room"(Sağol)Thanks... I murmured striding past the living room as I then made my way up.
I walked in her room. My eyes quickly falling to a crumpled up Ayse, the white edges of her dress pooled over the bed. She sat crouched down, her back firmly pressed against the frame. Her pale face casted a warm glow under the night lamp. She looked undeniably angelic.
My breath hitched as I waited for her to turn, to look at me. She did, her head turned to me and as soon as we locked eyes, she got up.
N-Nur... a whisper broke from her as she stepped in closer. Her rosy lips quivered as she gazed up at my frame. N-Nur... she repeated.
I looked into her eyes, my hands itching to hug her, to her take her in. Yet I stood there, watching her like the coward I was. Her nimble fingers then brushed away strand of my lock hovering above my nose. As soon as her touch landed on me, I clutched her wrist. Making her jolt.
We stared a for few seconds then a beat, "Where were you?" she asked, tilting her head, I...
"Just stop it" Ayse's lips closed shut as he pushed away her hands. He ran a hand through his hair as he then walked towards the nightstand. Gripping the glass, he sat on the edge of the bed.
She pursed her mouth and walked to him, "N-Nur...why are you like this?" she asked, her voice pained.
Hah... why am I like this...? I then stood up in fury, walking up to her, my hands found her tiny face, clasping both her cheeks. she stared at me, her button nose stood elegantly. My breath staggered as I leaned in, fanning over her swan-like neck as my eyes shamelessly roamed over Ayse's lips. They were still red, from our heated kiss.
Nur... her warm browns glinted.
My fingers then lazily rubbed over the trace of her saliva. Gosh...she looked so kissable... I clenched at my hands, then backed away.
Her eyes followed me. "Please rest, I will be at my room" Though Ayse shook her head, she trailed behind me, planting her palm on my shoulder. My body tensed as I felt her warmth seeping in through me.
I then glanced at her from above my shoulders, she gritted her lips, "will you stay?" her voice urged. My face reddened at the sheer need of her voice.
If I stayed....
I stared at her, at her lingering curves, my eyes lingering on places where it shouldn't be.
Ayse's face flushed at how Nur's eyes roamed over her. Her eyes then flickered to his clenched hands, "was he angry?" A thought tugged at her
God...she looked irresistible. I want to do so much to her...
Yet masking my urge, I shrugged her off,
"Not possible, Ayse, not tonight" her eyes then fell, P-"Stop being a nuisance, you are giving me a headache"
"I-I give you a headache?" I read her eyes, then nodded. She stepped in closer, her scent instantly enveloping me--"Talk to me Nur, you are hiding something"
"I'm not hiding anything" I stated.
Really?
Really... I retorted.
No... she leaned in closer, her eyes studied my face, hands clasping around mine, "you are...please talk to me Nur"
I yanked her hand away, Ayse...my voice came out dangerously low, "I don't want to see you, not tonight: Her breath hitched* "If you were still at the delusion that I would lay with you as I did the other night, then...you are mistaken"
For nothing can rekindle our relationship... nothing...
B-But that night... her voice was thick with pain, I-I had given you my everything, Nur... My jaw clenched as I recalled her, how she had submitted her body and her purity to me. How she had murmured the words, "I trust you"
"Forget it, Ayse"
She shook her head*
"It was a mistake... a reckless thing born out of exhaustion."
I pressed--Yet she looked at me like a woman who was beyond broken.
Also, I don't even why you care about me...
I gazed at her then turning at the enormous window,
"I'm a bastard, a man who had mercilessly ended many, a miserable sinner"
Hah... I gazed at her from the corner of my eyes.
"I deserve to burn in this hell hole, Ayse... I'm not... tears blurred my vision, I'm not worthy, not for you, will never be"
Just then--A nimble pair of arms clasped my waist from behind. My breath came out frail. Her tears soaked in through my shirt as she clung to me.
You talk about the past while I don't care about it... not even for a second. You repented Nur... she argued. Don't you not trust God?
And... her voice came out lower than the wind outside, "I-I love you Nur" He turned and shot her a look. She gazed up at him, "I loved you... I still do"
To be continued>>>>>