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Azra got up and took a shower. Afterward, she stood in the bathroom in a bathrobe, feeling a sense of uncertainty.
"Ughhh, Azra, are you dumb?! Why did I take a shower without thinking about what to wear? I don’t have any clothes because of that Ice Man!"she muttered to herself.
Stepping out of the room, she noticed the eerie silence. "Is this a house or a horror movie set?" she murmured. "Who in their right mind loves black this much?"
She wandered through the halls, searching for clothes or someone to help her, but found no sign of life. Her exploration led her to an elegant black door, intricately designed, exuding an air of sophistication and mystery.
She opened the door and was met with an indescribably luxurious bedroom, dominated by a black theme. Despite the dark colors, the room felt both cozy and ominous.
Azra hesitated at the enter, but then thought, "What could be worse than marrying a psycho?" With a uggh sigh, she stepped inside.
As she roamed the room, she spotted a balcony. Drawn to it, she pushed open the glass door and stepped out.
The view took her breath away. From the balcony, she could see the sprawling grounds of the Erdogan Mansion, a stunning landscape that momentarily distracted her from her troubles.
Azra lost track of time, fifteen minutes passing unnoticed as she hypnotized by the view. When she finally turned to leave, a horrible realization hit her someone was in the room. She quickly hid behind the curtain, peeking out cautiously but seeing no one.
Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her wrist, yanking her out from behind the curtain. In a swift motion, she was twisted and pinned, her neck trapped in a vice-like grip.
Alihan's hold was so tight she couldn't even scream, her breath caught in her throat. As he realized it was her, he released his grip, and she gasped for air, breathing heavily.
"It's me! It's me!" Azra hiccuped, tears streaming down her face. "Why do you keep trying to kill me? Just end it now instead of torturing me little by little!"
"How dare you enter my room without permission?" Alihan growled, his anger clearly on his face .
Azra, suddenly aware of her bathrobe, turned her back to him. "I...i don't have anything to wear."
Alihan grabbed her wrist, forcing her to face him. His eyes bore into hers as he bent down, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Don't ever dare to interfere in my matters, whether it's my room or anything else."
"You've already crossed the line, and there are many punishments waiting for you. So, if you want to show yourself any mercy, so stop now."
Azra gulped in fear, her body trembling. Her eyes filled with tears, reflecting her terror of the handsome, arrogant, and dangerously ruthless man standing before her.
