Edser OS and Short Stories

If I Came To This World A Hundred Times... Chapter 1

Eda was sitting with Serkan in his sports BMW as he was driving the car in silence. After he pushed her onto the passenger seat and slammed the door behind her, he jumped behind the wheel and now was driving them to an unknown destination, not speaking even a word to her.

Eda was observing Serkan from under her eyelashes. She was immensely relieved to see him alive and was thanking the heavens her prayers were answered, and he returned to her. Well, maybe not to her, but to the world of living, for which she would be grateful to the end of her life, but at the same time, she was confused, hurt, and angry.

She didn't wait for two months for him, trying to run his businesses the best as she could, working days and nights to sustain his company's good name so everything would be running smoothly, ready for his arrival, only to be called a gold digger and thief the moment he stepped through the threshold of Artlife with her biggest nightmare hanging off his arm.

She didn't know what hurt more, the cruel accusations or Selin's triumphal smirk when she was looking at Eda as if she was a worm, which she finally pushed to the ground and crushed.

Eda was hurt and angry when she shouted back at him, throwing in his face all financial reports from Artlife and Holding from every project she was working so hard on during these past eight difficult weeks. The worst weeks of her life. When her whole world crumbled and fell apart.

She was so hurt and angry that when she was about to finally break down, feeling so unjustly judged, she started to hit his chest with her fists, calling his emotionless robot, so when Serkan grabbed her by her arms and crushed her lips in a kiss, she was left speechless, completely and utterly confused.

He was confused, too. She could tell it without any doubt. When he was looking at her frozen after she slapped him, his eyes mirrored the same shock as when they kissed for the first time at the press conference. And their kiss was exactly the same as their first one, as fiery and passionate, but at the same as honest and raw.

She didn't know what that kiss meant for them back then, when she impulsively grabbed his face and kissed him in front of the press, driven by anger, but today, she knew so much more about herself and Serkan. The problem was he didn't.

Eda was looking at Serkan, as he passed the bridge over the Bosphorus, and her hands ached to touch him, feel the warmth of his skin again, his hot breath and heartbeat to make sure he was real, and she wasn't going mental from longing and a broken heart.

But she couldn't touch him. He was so distant to her. He was closing off and becoming colder just before her very eyes, already deeming in his head their kiss as a mistake, accident, nothing of any importance for the cold, uncaring Serkan Bolat, the man he thought he was, which was rather his outside armor behind which he was hiding his real self.

Eda bit her lips and fisted her hands to gain control over her wrecked nerves. She knew him so well that's why she understood he was back to his shell, the one he currently was pouring concrete over, in fear anybody would open it, and she could sense he already recognized she was dangerously close to opening it again, the one thing he dreaded the most right now.

Eda turned her gaze to the road, and when Serkan suddenly stopped the car and parked under a big wall, leading to a seaside property, she glanced at the house, and her mouth fell open. Now, she was even more confused than before.

What were they doing under the Doctor's House? Did he remember?

Serkan walked over to the passenger seat, opened the door, and took Eda's hand to help her out as her legs refused to listen to her, and she couldn't move. She was looking at him questionably, trying to read his eyes, but he was avoiding her gaze, and the clenched muscles of his jaw told her he wasn't going to show her any signs of the emotions he was feeling, at least not now.