In the hallowed halls of a prestigious university, behind closed office doors, a forbidden dance ensues between two souls bound by passion and forbidden desires.
Serkan, a distinguished professor with a past shrouded in mystery, finds himself trappe...
Hello sweethearts, hope you all are doing great! Welcome to the very first chapter of this story. It's something very different for me, and I'm trying to explore this new EdSer. I hope I won't let you all down. As always, I will be waiting to hear your thoughts at the end of the chapter! Hope you enjoy it! Lots of love, Nare.
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Three months ago...
In the heart of Beyoglu, where the night was alive, and the air was a compelling mixture of perfumes and sweat, the nightclub throbbed with the energy of a thousand souls. Bodies swayed and gyrated, lost in the throbbing rhythms that filled the room, each person a note in the wild symphony of the night. It was in this pulsating pandemonium that Serkan Bolat made his grand entrance. A famous architect shrouded in mysteries of a clandestine past, he dominated the room, not just by his physical presence but with a certain air of mystique that clung to him. He was the epicentre of raw, magnetic allure. He wore a tailored black shirt to accentuate his well-chiselled body and a silver chain that rested with subtle arrogance against his muscular neck.
Next to him was his comrade, his brother-in-arms, Kaan Doguz. Kaan carried an effortless charm that made hearts flutter, and the room's temperature seemed a few degrees higher. Armoured in their irresistible allure, the duo went to their usual VIP sanctuary through the hypnotised crowd.
Onstage, an unexpected enchantment awaited. A vision in a long-sleeved black mesh dress that left little to the imagination yet spoke volumes of elegance and mystery. Her physique was poetry in motion—toned legs that carried the grace of the cosmos, a waist that held the essences of allure, and a face that could very well be the muse for the most passionate sonnets. Curly tendrils of her hair kissed her chest, accompanying the rhythm of the melody she breathed into the microphone. She was singing "Yuregimdesin" with every note; she seemed to weave a spell that filled the room with an electrifying enchantment.
Serkan's eyes, usually the hunter, now became the hunted as they were captivated by the enchantress on stage. A sip of his drink did little to quench the fire that her presence ignited in him. Questions filled the air, whispered to Kaan, "Have you seen her before here?"
A symphony of refusal filled the room as the barman, Duman, approached this goddess of the night on Serkan's bidding. "Someone wants to see you," Duman relayed, his voice a mere whisper against the powerful backdrop of the night's rhythm.
Eda, the enchantress, laughed, filled with the spirit of rebellion. "Nowadays, everyone wants to see anyone. I don't give a fuck," she declared, marking the battleground with her indomitable spirit.
Returning to Serkan, Duman conveyed the message, the air around them thickening with tension. "I'm sorry, sir, she refused." Her refusal, a rare comet in Serkan's universe, stirred a storm within him. A storm brewed in his eyes as he consumed the rest of his drink, fire coursing through him. Rising, he made a spectacle of casual allure as he rolled his sleeves and adjusted his collar.
