Heart Strings

I'm bad at making differences with you

The light of day is slowly fading away. This time in the previous day was nothing less than a nightmare. When I found his watch in that vast area , I was feeling like I became an orphan again because I'm so used to Ferit, his smell , his talks , his smile and his touch everything that makes him Ferit Sancakzade is now a part of me. After searching for hours when I came home, when I went to bed, I don't remember anything, I just recall the morning dream - the secret desires of my heart, the urge and need to touch his body , my cravings for his lips ... I know I want it ! The way he pulled me and kissed me in that locality forgetting everything and everyone was an admirable move I must say. I can't forget the moment because the sensations caused a storm in my heart but I was bound to my fate. But storms can't be suppressed for long, if you try to suppress it , it'll cause a destruction.

Sometimes I drown myself in his thoughts and then remember he is angry with me. Hearing the footsteps I understood Ferit is coming into our room, I sat on the sofa and started reading his book, unfortunately, I did not notice that I was holding the book upside down. After a few minutes, I looked away from the pages of the book to have a glance at him but saw him suddenly standing in front of me. Leaning a little closer to me, he almost sat on his knees. I could feel the warmth of his body. There is an intoxication in the smell of his body so whenever he comes closer to me I get drowned in that smell my normal breathing process refuse to work, as the days are passing this smell is becoming my drug. Then he looked into my eyes, these eyes of his threw me into big trouble as I get lost into the way between the eyes and lips like a thirsty bird.

He opened his mouth and put his hand on the book in my hand looked and then said, "you should reverse the book for reading''.

The impression of anger towards me is clear in his words but it is a very sweet anger, not like other people. He has a right to be angry with me .He stood up , I was embarrassed a bit but when I saw a little arc of lips I understood he found it funny. He was always like this he likes to joke with me and make me smile. He said he was going to change, I immediately insisted let me help you but like typical angry husbands he refused my idea saying " I am NO-ONE, don't think about me", with a white t-shirt in hand he went to our dressing room. I decided to sit and wait for him since he forbid me to help . Few minutes later he screamed , I understood he definitely hurt himself while putting on the t-shirt I ran there and saw him half naked , he was wearing a black joggers and I saw his bare chest which made my heart go crazy. I walked towards him and said let me help you with this he didn't even said a word we were under some charm I guess . He sat on a stool and I slipped the t-shirt over his head. My fingers touched his messy hair. He didn't uttered a word, air conditioner was still on but our bodies didn't felt it's presence. I sat in front of him and was helping with the t-shirt collars but when I looked into his eyes I got lost again , a silent argument was going on , a battle of heart and mind. Kezban abla's voice from the outside brought us back to reality. Kezban abla was at the door of our room and said "Ferit bey, I brought your soup", I heard the sound, I tried to get up. But fingers of my hand were still on the top of his heart. His heartbeats were beating really fast. As I was getting up his eyes said some verses of pain through tears , but he immediately hid them and looked away.

He went to bed and I sat down beside him with the bowl of soup. He didn't looked at me. I started with you know, you are a kind of man whom girls pray for as life partner, you are like an appreciation letter in between fifty work documents on the table. The piece of sweet in the tiffin box you are like that . Ferit felt a strange happiness in these comparisons, because these are the things which give you happiness to survive. I learnt this too from him , he always talks about things that I love or he loves whenever I get angry. He looked at me with his black and brown eyes and I greeted him with a spoon full of soup . After this he finished all the soup. Then I gave him the medicines and a glass of water. I came downstairs for a jug and when I returned to our bedroom I saw him lying like a child , he was sleeping so peacefully, I placed the jug near the bed and sat beside his pillow . I took his hand and placed it on my face talked in my mind destiny gave me the most beautiful thing in the name of Ferit Sancakzade, my fears go away when I see you near me. Tell me how not to love you when I'm falling for you every day, every hour and every minute. I took the book of Arabian nights- One thousand and one night and started reading.

To be continued...

A/N: in bölüm 7 we saw Ferit's return then we saw "after 3 day" caption always wanted to know what happened between these days therefore got an opportunity to show my interest in writing. I hope you will like my fanfic. Thank you! Love ya!