Twisted Love, Deceptive Truth
Ep.18
Ziya
"Zoran, please look at me." She said looking straight into his eyes.
He paused for a moment, his gaze locked on hers. He could see the panic in her eyes, teardrops threatening to fall from her eyes. Seeing her like this, he pulled back, his expression softening.
Zoran
"Ziya..." he murmured. For a long moment they stared at each other. Zoran breathing heavily as if trying to calm down his emotions and desire.
He slowly released her, standing up and straightening his suit as if nothing had happened.
Ziya watched him, her body trembling with the aftershock of what had just occurred. He reached out, gently brushing a tear from her cheeks with his thumb. He wanted to say something but then stopped himself. He adjusted her dress and veil, his hand removing a strand of hair from her face. With that, he turned and walked towards the door.
Zoran
As he reached the door, Zoran paused, looking back at Ziya with an unreadable expression. Then gave almost mocking smile, "Sweet dreams, Mrs Zeynil."
With that, Zoran walked out leaving Ziya there, her heart racing and her mind reeling from the encounter.
As the door clicked shut, Ziya sank onto the bed, her body shaking with fear, anger and confusion.
She was feeling so exhausted that she needed rest immediately, but she wanted to wait for Zeynil to come.
Then as if suddenly realizing something, she got up from bed and went towards the mirror. When her reflection came into view, a gasp escaped her lips.
Her kajal had smudged due to tears leaving a dark streak around her eyes. Her lipstick was smeared, a telltale sign of Zoran’s kisses. And there, faint but undeniable, were light marks along her neck, evidence of his possessive touch.
She touched the marks, her fingers trembling, feeling both disbelief and confusion.
With shaky hands, she began to tidy herself. She wiped away the smudged kajal, her fingers brushed over her lips, rubbing away the smeared lipstick until her mouth was bare again
But as she straightened her posture and fixed her appearance, she knew this wouldn’t be the last time she’d have to face the reality of what had just happened.
Ziya
She was worried if Zeynil would be able to tell from her appearance what just happened. "Will he get very angry?"
Ziya
"Will it be like Zoran said? He will no longer trust me? Did Zoran tell Zeynil everything after he went out?"
Her anxiety rising with each passing minute. She went back and sat on the bed quietly wondering what would happen when Zeynil came in.
The door creaked open, and Zeynil entered the room.
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