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Part 1- The one where is fire on fire

"Are you ok?"

"I'm not ok, bayan."

How can he be good when she looks at him like that? Two blue-green pearls are pointed into his eyes. Their eyes seem to have their own conversation. They make contact that can never be broken. From her gaze, shivers run through his spine. Just thought of her closeness makes him weak. Celal is left without air, completely stunned by her scent, beauty, and femininity. It feels like he's floating. In front of him stands the woman of his dreams. The only woman who managed to awaken a volcano of emotions that he didn't even know existed. She is so angelically tender and unreal that he is afraid to touch her. If he touches her, she'll disappear. But she still looks at him with such lust. He is betrayed by his own body. He begins to sweat, to lose his mind. How much longer will he be able to withstand this pressure? How much more will he try to push her away from himself, to push away his desires, his feelings, and do the most reasonable thing - to never cross the border again, because they will both be hurt.

Mahur took a step forward. At no point did she take her eyes off his lips. Lust is palpable, and electricity in the air is unbearable. Celal stepped back. He gathered the last atom of strength to resist the urge to catch her and never let her go again.

"How far are you going to run, Celal? Just to see how far."

"Mahur ..."

"I really like the way you pronounce my name. I feel so special. No one ever pronounces it like you. No one has ever looked at me like you, nor will anyone. You have awakened everything in me that I've been looking for all my life. I'm sure you feel the same way, so why are you running away? Why don't you listen to your heart, Celal? ", she said and then placed her hand gently on his heart. She was so close now that they were forced to breathe into each other. The temperature rose abruptly many times. Mahur placed her other hand on his cheek, gently caressing his face as if it would melt if she touched him a little harder.

Celal automatically closed his eyes absorbing her touch. He was trying to calm down, to stabilize before making a mistake for which there is no going back. However, there was no salvation for him. He knew that the moment Mahur entered the door of his bookstore. He knew very well that those ocean-colored eyes would never be able to forget. When he finally opened his eyes he knew he had lost the most important battle. Battle with himself. And thus he automatically lost the war.

"What are you thinking about?", Mahur asked in a hoarse voice of sheer lust.

And that was it. That was his end. All the dams broke, all the defense mechanisms and he could no longer control himself.

"Now you'll find out," he said and then kissed her so passionately that they both almost lost their balance. They have kissed before. But this kiss was something completely different. They invested all their love for each other in it. They couldn't stop. He pushed her against the wall. He left small, wet kisses on her neck as if marking his territory. She was all his. She totally surrendered to him. And he ... He just made a deal with the devil.

"Celal, I want you. I want you so much."

Nothing else mattered except them. The world seemed to stop. There were only two of them at the time. He took her hand and led her into the room. Do you know how many nights he spent in his bed dreaming and dreaming of waking up next to her, of her hair tickling his face, of her being hidden in his arms? Now it will all become a reality. He sighed deeply when she asked him in a whisper:

"Do you love me?"

"Yes," he barely replied. He couldn't recognize his voice.

"Then show me how much."

Slowly, he began to take off her T-shirt, while she was playing with his buttons on her shirt. They couldn't stop kissing. A few seconds later, they were both completely naked, horny, and madly in love. What followed was the crown of their intimacy. Sex is not just a way to expel sexual tension and desire from the body of a man or a woman, but a way to connect two souls and two hearts. At that point, the woman and the man become one. Their bodies form one compact whole, taking their love to the next level. The moment Celal first entered in her. The moment Mahur felt it in her for the first time. These are moments that will forever be remembered as the beginning of something eternal. The beginning of infinitely great love.

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After who knows which rounds of pure enjoyment, it is finally time to rest. Mahur is on Celal with her whole body. She plays with his hair on her chest as he slowly runs his hand over her long, brown hair. They are both tired but fulfilled. It's such a wonderful feeling, to be next to a man you love. Lying in his arms, living and being present only at that moment as if tomorrow does not exist. As if tomorrow she will not leave the love of her life forever. Yes, Maraşlı is her soulmate. No matter how different they are, no matter how much they come from different worlds, he gradually and totally unconsciously became her whole world. And she is forced to leave that world in ruins. God, how much she just wanted to frame this day and take it with her. But in the end, there is no right person, there are just good memories.

"Maraşlı?"

"Hmmm?"

"Seni seviyorum"

A deep sigh.

"Ben de seni seviyorum, bayan. Ben de seni seviyorum."

Oh, hearing such a confession from a man like him just has to put a smile on your face. Mahur smiled like never before. Maraşlı also noticed that, but how could he not? Luck suited them nicely. The only problem was that they both knew their happiness could not last long. He was so deeply focused on her tangled hair, that he didn't even hear the question she asked him.

"Celal, are you listening to me?"

"Um, what did you say?"

"So you're not listening to me?", Mahur teased him.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I have a beautiful young bayan completely naked in my bed, on my shoulder with the most beautiful scent, the most beautiful eyes, and the most beautiful hair in the world. I'm sorry, but I can't focus. "

"Um, you say completely naked? What is that bayan like, tell me a little more. I'm a little jealous.", Mahur continued to play as she climbed her fingers like a beast starting from his stomach, over his chest until she reached her lips. Her hobby was to touch his juicy lips.

"So, what do you want to know about her? That bayan totally clouded my mind. I'm crazy about her. I need her like air, like food, like water. "

"Come here, I think that bayan needs to feed you one more time before bed," Mahur said, climbing on top of him.

"I definitely have no problem with that, bayan", Celal laughed wickedly.

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A few hours later...

"What will we do now?", Mahur asked.

"Mahur, have you ever get tired?"

"No, fool, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about our situation after this. What will happen now? ", she said hitting him jokingly.

"Well, what will we do...we will find a way to be unhappy. "

They both smiled like crazy. Look at them, being all happy with a big smile on their faces. Living their best moments. Together.

"That is easy.", Mahur said while she was enjoying his touch on her shoulder.

"Or, we will not think about how it ends.", Celal continued with a bit serious voice.

"That is nice. Let's not think."

Celal hugged her so hard and then kissed her on the forehead as Mahur tried to hide her nose in his neck just so she could forget that in the morning when he woke up, he will not see her next to him. Celal will never see her again.