RIGHTFULLY YOUR'S

Part 5

Authors pov:

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??!!!"

Startled by Yusuf's sudden outburst, Layla's heart raced, and she immediately turned to face him.Without saying a word to her, Yusuf firmly grabbed her arm and dragged her towards their own bedroom.

"Let go of my arm, it's hurting me" Layla pleaded,Tears welled up in her eyes, and confusion filled her mind.

Once they were in their room, Layla looked towards Yusuf, she noticed his piercing green eyes blazing with anger. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine.

In that moment, all she could see was pure fury reflected in his eyes. The vibrant green hue of his irises seemed to transform into a fiery red, matching the heat of his rage.

His eyebrows furrowed, his jaw clenched tightly, and his nostrils flared with each heavy breath. The lines on his forehead deepened, bearing witness to the depth of his frustration. It was as if his eyes were the windows to his boiling emotions, and anger was the only emotion visible in that moment.Layla couldn't help but feel a wave of fear wash over her.

Layla gathered her courage and spoke, her voice trembling slightly. "I was just taking a tour of the house, and that room caught my attention out of curiosity. I didn't mean to intrude."

She hoped her explanation would calm the storm brewing in Yusuf's anger-filled eyes.But to her surprise, Yusuf's response was abrupt and harsh. He cut her off mid-sentence with a sharp command "shut up".

The words pierced through the air, laden with his seething anger. The intensity of his tone sent a chill down Layla's spine, causing her to fall silent instantly. The anger in Yusuf's voice echoed in the room, suffocating any remaining words on Layla's tongue. It was as if his fury had taken over, leaving no room for explanation or understanding.

The weight of his anger hung heavy in the air, making Layla feel small and vulnerable in that moment.

Yusuf's next words, delivered with the same venomous tone, further emphasized his displeasure.

"Never enter that room again!" His command was clear, cutting through any possible confusion or argument. The message was loud and clear, leaving Layla with no doubt about his expectations and boundaries.saying these words Yusuf released Layla's hand, he stormed out of the room in anger, leaving Layla bewildered and unable to fully comprehend what had just transpired.

Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of confusion, frustration, and hurt. She remained frozen in place, her gaze fixed on the spot where Yusuf had stood, his presence still lingering in the room.

Just then, ayse entered the room, breaking the silence. She approached Layla with a sympathetic expression and said, "I'm sorry, my dear. It was my mistake not to inform you about entering that room. You should have been told not to go in."

Ayse's words offered some semblance of explanation, but it did little to alleviate Layla's emotional turmoil.

As ayse looked at Layla's hand, she couldn't help but feel perplexed. Layla's hand had turned a deep shade of red, evidence of the forceful grip Yusuf had exerted. It was as if the physical pain had manifested itself in a visible form, mirroring the emotional distress Layla was experiencing.

Layla, still in a daze, followed ayse's gaze and looked down at her own hand. The sight startled her as she witnessed the crimson hue that now covered her skin. The realization of Yusuf's forceful grip and the resulting physical mark left her feeling a mix of pain, both physical and emotional.

Layla continued to gaze at her reddened hand, lost in a mixture of emotions,Ayse gently guided her towards the bed, indicating for her to sit down. With a concerned expression,ayse reached for the side table and retrieved a first aid kit. Carefully, she applied a soothing ointment to Layla's hand, all while Layla's eyes remained moist with tears.