Those hazel eyes with orange flecks, immersed in the pond of innocence, collided with his deep and dark eyes like a ditch, and the small spark of burning feeling in his heart turned into a big flame. By that explosive collision, as if a hundred feelings arose in him as if the burning loneliness in his chest was beginning to calm down, just as the dried ground of his heart was drenched by the rain of her appearance. How only the eyes forced the emotions to rise so much, after that it was beyond his understanding, or as if from another world, but it did not matter to him. All he had to do was to quench his thirst, to quell the raging restlessness inside him, to put an end to it completely. He wanted to complete the satisfaction of the last two days that he spent in the distance. The fire that could now be slowed down only by the feel of her soft body pressed hard against his rigid one, the thirst that could be quenched by drinking in her body, he did not want to waste time just stand

When she woke up in the morning, she first thought about the stained kitchen. She had decided to clean the kitchen before Rebecca arrived, while Christian had already told her about Rebecca’s late arrival and warned her not to wake up early in the morning. When she rolled her eyes to the other side, she looked at the clock in the room, which showed five o’clock in the morning. There was still time for her to sleep because Christian told her about waking up late meant not opening her eyes before nine o’clock. She sighed, feeling intense muscle pain. She was surprised that only an hour passed while sleeping soundly. She was aware that Christian had left her around three o’clock because as soon as they entered her room, she glanced at the clock and because of the darkness in her room, she could not see the time clearly.A minute passed and she did not get up from her bed. The cold outside, the heated comforter covering her body, and the pain in her muscles did not want to let her leave

When Hazel came downstairs for breakfast the following morning, Christian found an unknown and strange kind of comfort when he saw her. She was in white clothes and her long hair was wet. A very flimsy white chikankari embroidery flaunted her dress. Her dupatta secured her chest and like always, she appeared there like an angel from above. Once his eyes stopped on her, they were not ready to move away. What magic did she do? He forgot he was looking at her for more than necessary. “Hazel, get me a cup of coffee,” Gabriella interrupted everyone through her sharp voice when she found how her fiance’s eyes were stuck on that girl. She did not like it! Her eyes glared at her when she ordered her, and those brutal intentions were visible in her narrowed eyes. The look she gave Hazel was terrible. Hazel did not say anything but just nodded. “Give me the cup.” She asked Rebecca, earning a restless look from her. It was clear even Rebecca was pissed off with Gabriella. “That’s not her wor

He huffed when his mobile started ringing all of a sudden, disturbing the silence around him along with his focal point. His eyes fixed on the laptop placed in front of him, turned from there and saw his mobile placed on top of some papers, which was showing only the name of one person. Seeing the name of that person, the next moment his jaw tightened. He was on work-from-home today because he did not believe Gabriella at all. She could come to his house and do stupid things like last time. He was in no hurry to pick it up. Rather, he first took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes which had been burning in the light in front of them for the last four hours. It stopped ringing before starting again. He pulled his arm and grabbed the mobile. He allowed it to ring for three more seconds then finally answered it. “Mr. Smith?” His deep voice came out gruff, clearly showing his displeasure towards the old man but the man did not even give a fuck about it. “Call me father-in-law, dear.” H

As he said, she sat next to him but kept an arm’s distance from him for her own safety. She gulped hard, took a deep breath, and forced herself to look at his face. Her eyelids raised, trying to reach the view of his face but lowered as soon as they reached his nose. She could not look into his eyes. That was hard. He understood her condition. Quite serious. She could not look into his eyes, not her fault. The gleam of his eyes makes everyone’s eyes bow down like the brilliance of the sun. Surely not her fault. But it was okay. He sighed. “Did you learn Kathak in the brothel?” He asked, feeling curious about that all of a sudden. “No.” She simply shook her head but she knew she had to give him a complete answer. “My mother taught me.” She smiled. “Otherwise Eliseva can’t earn anything through such dance forms.” He nodded. “When did you learn it?” His question made her look up at him, at his face but never at his eyes. She avoided eye contact. “When I was four.” “And it’s flawles