Him and I (BahKar oneshots)

part of the plan

It's all part of the plan

Everything is supposed to look real

Legitimate

"It'll be less credible If they think you haven't consummated the marriage" surprisingly, the detail comes from her friend, who is usually against all her crazy schemes but now, perhaps, looking at them pretending to be happy for the sake of her Instagram followers, has sided with one last scheme, one that may just be crazy enough to work

They can't argue with the logic, not when her freedom and his life are at stake

So she agrees,

It's all part of the plan

But there's more there,

nothing she's willing to admit to, but it shows itself sometimes, when she stares a second too long at his lips curving into a smirk, when she studies closely the way he moves, the way some things just seem to move with him

She promised her hand wouldn't touch his but it sneaks down his arm now, interlacing their fingers as they walk into the hotel

It's all part of the plan

He takes it, naturally, like they're not breaking a rule

They have the pictures now, were they to need them, walking hand in hand to their wedding night

Still, the night seems endless in the honeymoon suite, even as Kartal jokes and prods her with innocent innuendos

She figures he can feel it too, watching the candles burn down, feeling the roses wilt as they enter... a sort of tension that falls over them like a shadow

She wants to imagine that it's ludicrous, any thought that they might-

But she can't

When their eyes meet across the dimly lit room

She can't imagine anything like that

What she does imagine is something completely different, something that forms itself like a gasp stuck in her throat

Scarred hands against her skin,

gripping,

claiming

It flashes over her vision like a memory of something that's already occurred but then she blinks, swallows the thought until she can feel it burrow into the pit of her stomach

He watches her with a wordless intensity she hasn't felt with anyone before. His lips part like he's letting out a sigh of his own, imperceivable, almost, were the lighting not flickering over his face just so

She remembers what he said to her earlier, sees herself in his image

Daddy's position, daddy's wealth, you use it all. Thanks to that you look down on us, why?

Why? She thinks to herself

Why?

Why this?

Why him?

Why now?

There's no one there to answer her, only him and his dark gypsy eyes

We're not beneath you, Bahar hanim

you're not  she wants to tell him,

You're here

by my side

Under my skin

They lie down beside each other

It's all part of the plan

But there's no one to photograph them here

Not when his warm hand reaches out to trace her bottom lip

Or when she closes her eyes and imagines something impossible