Chapter 1

Khadija's pov ~

The young woman, nestled in her spacious emperor-sized bed, tugged herself beneath the plush white blanket, attempting to evade the intrusive rays of morning sunlight. As she shifted to shield her face, her hip brushed against an unexpected presence behind her. Startled, she recoiled momentarily before cautiously returning to her original position, her green eyes fluttering open to survey the situation.

In the tranquillity of the summer morning, the room exuded a comforting calmness, its temperature perfectly regulated by the gentle hum of the air conditioner. Every detail seemed meticulously arranged in her room , from the cleanliness to the neatly hung clothing. Yet, amidst this orderliness, two individuals lay on the bed, partially naked, their memories of the previous night shrouded in mystery. Sensing the incongruity of the scene, the young woman couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she began to piece together the fragments of the situation.

The deep voice of the young man interrupted my thoughts, "You're already awake? Aren't you tired?" The words tingled my pink ears, adding a blush to my cheeks. I turned to scrutinise him, a man in his early twenties, possessing a well-proportioned physique with a sculpted jawline. My attention, however, fixated on his lips, finding them remarkably captivating. His lips were a study in perfection, neither too thin nor too full, but possessing a captivating allure that transcended mere physicality. Their shape was harmonious, complementing the contours of his face with a subtle grace. A natural shade of pink adorned them, hinting at vitality and warmth. Yet, it was not just their appearance that drew attention; it was the way they moved, effortlessly conveying a myriad of emotions with every smile, every word spoken. Soft and inviting, they seemed to beckon with an irresistible charm, leaving an indelible impression on those fortunate enough to behold them. In a mumbled admission, I couldn't help but express, "That's so beautiful." His black eyes twinkled, a soft laughter escaping his lips, leaving me feeling a bit embarrassed about my candid thoughts.

"Who are you, sir?" I inquired, attempting to make sense of the situation. As he sat up, revealing his whole upper body, I was momentarily surprised. Shaking off the distraction, she turned around to continue the interrogation, only to be interrupted by a call that momentarily halted their conversation at its current level.

I hurriedly answered the call, her subconscious guilt weighing on her mind as she recognized the voice on the other end. "Mom?" I stammered, struggling to regain my composure. Listening to the one-sided conversation without offering a reply, I stole a glance at the man behind me, my thoughts racing as I tried to make sense of the situation.

"Are you Taner?" I asked tentatively, *my voice was laced with apprehension, as I ended the call with my mother. With a nervous gulp, I braced myself to confront the reality of my actions from the previous night.

He remained silent about my inquiry, opting instead to lean towards me, gently rubbing my head. "After drinking my hangover soup, you'll remember my shirt brand too. Go wash your face. I forgot to remove your makeup last night before putting you to sleep," he instructed. Those simple words and the accompanying gesture sent my heart into a frenzy. His proximity had stirred embarrassment and butterflies in my stomach, but his casual remark swiftly extinguished the fleeting excitement. As I walked towards the restroom, my thoughts echoed with a resounding "What the hell." Standing before the mirror, I examined my hangover face, smudge eyeliners, and the lingering lipstick, realising it didn't quite translate to a good morning look.

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