This Is Not A Fairytale ( Kaysun )✓

Chapter Seven

The mansion, bathed in the soft glow of evening, held the promise of tranquility. Kaya and Suna, entwined in shared moments of solace, sought refuge in the sanctuary of their room. The aftermath of the storm had brought them closer, and their shared understanding formed a fortress against the challenges that lingered in the mansion's opulent corridors.

However, the calm was shattered as the door swung open abruptly, and Ferit stormed into the room with an air of anger that hung heavy in the air. The atmosphere, once serene, crackled with tension as Ferit's eyes bore into Suna.

"Suna," he spat her name, the anger evident in his tone. "Why didn't you tell me about Seyran?"

Kaya, protective instincts flaring, rose from the couch. "Ferit, what's the meaning of barging into our room like this? You should at least knock."

Ignoring Kaya's protest, Ferit focused his gaze on Suna, his anger unabated. "Answer me, Suna. Why was I the last to know about Seyran's pregnancy?"

Suna, caught off guard by the unexpected confrontation, met Ferit's eyes with a mixture of surprise and discomfort. Seyran's pregnancy, a delicate subject intertwined with Ferit's past transgressions, now cast a shadow over the room.

Kaya, sensing the tension, intervened. "Ferit, Suna doesn't owe you an explanation for Seyran's personal matters. If she didn't share it, there might be a reason."

Ferit's eyes narrowed, the tension between him and Kaya escalating. "Stay out of this, Kaya. I'm talking to Suna."

Suna, her composure returning, faced Ferit with a calm demeanor. "Ferit, Seyran's pregnancy is her news to share. It's not my place to divulge her personal matters without her consent."

Ferit's frustration manifested in a clenched jaw as he shot back, "You're always hiding something, aren't you, just like how you hide all the things Kaya does. I'm done being kept in the dark."

Kaya, bristling at the accusation, stepped forward, placing himself between Ferit and Suna. "Ferit, your issues with me shouldn't be taken out on Suna. She has nothing to do with our conflicts."

Ferit's gaze flickered between Kaya and Suna, the simmering animosity threatening to boil over. "I don't trust either of you. Seyran is my concern, and I won't let anyone manipulate her into hiding my child from me, especially not you two."

Kaya's voice, a firm assertion of his stance, cut through the tension. "Ferit, Seyran is strong enough to make her own decisions. Neither Suna nor I would ever manipulate her. If you want her trust, you have to earn it."

The room fell into an uneasy silence, the weight of unresolved conflicts lingering like a storm about to break. Ferit, grappling with his emotions, shot one last glare at Suna before storming out of the room, leaving behind a palpable air of hostility.

As the door closed, Kaya turned to Suna, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and frustration. "Are you okay?"

Suna nodded, the remnants of tension evident in her eyes. "I just didn't expect that. Seyran didn't want to make her pregnancy public yet, and now this."

Kaya embraced her, offering a silent reassurance. "We'll face whatever comes our way together. Ferit's anger is not your burden to bear, don't worry about it."

The echoes of Ferit's confrontation lingered, casting a shadow over the room. In the aftermath, Kaya and Suna found solace in each other's presence, a united front against the storms that threatened to unravel the delicate threads of their lives.

The air in the room remained charged with tension, the remnants of Ferit's confrontation casting a shadow over the evening. Kaya and Suna, seeking refuge in their space, exchanged a knowing glance that spoke volumes. The tranquility they had hoped to cultivate was now disrupted, and the intricate challenges within the mansion seemed to multiply.