Twisted Love, Deceptive Truth
Ep.19
The door creaked open, and Zeynil entered the room. He had been gone for a while, attending to last-minute matters, but now he was here.
Ziya looked up, expecting the
calm and composed man she had always known, but what she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
Zeynil's expression was different tonight, more intense, his eyes darker, filled with something that sent a shiver down her spine.
She became anxious, her face turning pale. She was worried that Zoran might have told him something that's why Zeynil is like this. He isn't looking like the shy, reserved & ever so calm Zeynil that she knew.
He stood in front of her, his gaze locking onto hers. There was a hunger in his eyes, an obsessive desire that she hadn't seen so openly before.
She averted her eyes and looked down. She was afraid to meet his eyes. She wasn't sure if what she saw just now was real or her own delusional thought.
Zeynil
"Ziya,” he began, his voice low and filled with a mix of wonder and possessiveness.
Zeynil
"I still can't believe it. You're mine. You're actually my wife now, part of my family. Forever."
Ziya felt a flutter of joy & anxiety in her chest at the raw intensity in his words. There was something almost primal about the way he looked at her, as if he couldn't bear the thought of being separated from her even for a moment.
Zeynil
Zeynil knelt in front of her, his hands gently but firmly gripping her waist. "You don't understand how long I've waited for this moment," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.
Zeynil
"To have you, to claim you as
mine. You belong to me now, Ziya, and I will never let you go."
His words sent a mixture of fear and
longing through her. She could see how
much he meant every word, how deeply his obsession for her ran. But there was something else, something more unsettling in the way he spoke, as if his love for her bordered on possession.
Ziya
"Zeynil.." She said softly, after hearing Zeynil's word, she became more anxious about how zeynil will react if he ever gets to know about things between her and Zoran.
He looked up to see her. Ziya's hands nervously clasped in her lap, her face was pale, her eyes avoiding his gaze. Seeing her Iike this, a concerned frown creasing his forehead.
Zeynil
"Ziya," he called softly, kneeling beside her. "Are you okay?"
Ziya
She forced a small smile, still refusing to meet his gaze. "Yes, I’m fine," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
Zeynil
"Really?", his expression saying that he couldn't believe her words.
Ziya
"Yeah", she answered without meeting his eyes.
Zeynil
Zeynil studied her closely, his eyes narrowing. "Then why do you look so pale?" His voice was calm but laced with an edge of suspicion.
Ziya
Ziya's fingers tightened around the folds of her dress, her mind racing. "I’m just tired," she replied quickly, hoping the explanation would suffice. But she could feel his gaze piercing through her lie.
Zeynil didn’t move. He remained silent, watching her, his patience slowly unraveling. He knew something was wrong. She wasn’t telling him the truth, and that thought twisted in his chest like a knife.
His eyes darkened, a quiet storm brewing behind them. She wasn’t opening up to him. She didn’t trust him enough to tell him what had happened.
His jaw clenched, frustration seeping into his veins. Slowly, he stood up and reached out, lifting her chin with a firm hand.
Zeynil
Lifting her chin with a firm hand. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice deep, filled with quiet intensity.
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