Tonight he is feeling surreal. A mission was accomplished, a privilege was attained and a secret was nurtured to see its revelation in the best form. He nudged the bedroom door and his eyes were delightful seeing someone whose presence here made him...
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The game was over.
Ozan clenched his jaw tightly as a strong hit landed over his nose. Something hot and warm trickled over his upper lip as he heard a shriek from nearby. Another punch contorted his facial expressions but no sound of agony left his mouth. His eyes fell over to Ceylan who was being dragged away by her father. Aslan Aysin's right-hand man was busy torturing him for betrayal.
"Don't do that to Ozan. I love him. If you want to kill him, then take my life as well. I don't want to live in a world where there will be no Ozan," Ceylan snarled, hiccuping as she was fighting in the arms of her father like a dying fish.
"Shut up!" Aslan hushed her. "Be happy that you are my daughter and I love you. Or else I would have beheaded you as well. Your punishment is to marry Emir. Correct your appearance right at this moment."
"I won't do that. First release Ozan," Ceylan murmured, tears falling down her cheeks continuously.
Her makeup was smudged now, her eyes were red and her whole body was shaking badly.
Aslan clenched his palm around her petite arm. "Shut up and do what I am saying. I can't believe you can betray me like this. Be happy none from Teoman saw you like this. I won't let you disgrace me more than this now, Ceylan." He removed the tears from her face and forced her to appear normal before sending her to the bridal room.
Ceylan's tearful eyes saw Ozan for the last time, apologizing for bringing it upon him. Another punch was given to him by Aslan over his stomach.
"You dare betray me. I will cut your throat," he said, glaring at him.
Ozan laughed slightly, spitting the blood at the corner. "Do that. I am not a percent remorseful over what happened. I love Ceylan very much and I would love to die for her."
Aslan closed his fist over his throat and suddenly Ozan's face became red because of the pressure. Soon his eyes popped out and then he was yanked by the two loyal men of Aslan from the backdoor to the car.
He was taken into the torture cell soon. His father was here, looking at him with weeping eyes. As was the custom, Altan was also taken by them because he was the one who gave birth to Ozan who wasn't loyal to Aslan.
As they both bore the torture, they knew they had no way out of it at all. Death was waiting for them.
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She was standing in front of the wall-sized mirror, getting ready when her door knocked. She mumbled a small come-in distractedly. Moments later, Daneen entered looking like she had just woken up with her black floral night dress and disheveled hair.
Daneen was two years older than her and that made them only two children of their parents. Even though they were sisters, but she and Daneen had nothing alike. Andaleeb was considered more beautiful than the latter because of her milky white and fair skin tone, sleek facial features. Moreover, a body and height to die for.
