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"NO, please stop, no Alihan, please!" Azra pleaded, her voice trembling with fear and tears streaming down her face, but Alihan's darkness made him deaf to her cries.
He forcefully dragged Azra towards the basement. It was pitch dark, with an air that screamed of past horrors and pain.
"You need to learn some manners, sweetheart," Alihan said, his voice cold as he pushed her inside.
"Stay here till you learn," He said, his anger evident as his face turned red.
Alihan’s past pain, his darkness, his hollowness it all wrapped around Azra like a suffocating grip, pulling her deeper into his cold, unyielding clutches.
"No, no, Alihan," Azra sobbed, her tears flowing continuously. Her heart is pounded in terror, overwhelmed by the basement's oppressive darkness.
She rushed to Alihan, grabbing his hand desperately. "Please don't leave me here," she pleaded, her voice raw with pain, echoing from the depths of her soul, a sound that could shatter even the hardest of hearts but..
Alihan grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close. His eyes locked onto her trembling lips, then moved to her eyes. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin.
"It's the basement's darkness that frightens you? You haven't seen my true darkness. I'll make your soul scream for mercy and beg for death." he growl, his voice calm but laced with a chilling menace.
His eyes betrayed a fleeting moment of mercy, but his cold heart overruled any compassion. Alihan's words struck fear into Azra's heart, making her shiver more.
He locked the door, leaving Azra's voice, soul, heart, and spirit to crumble and shatter in the suffocating darkness of the basement.
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Alihan stirred from sleep, his tousled hair a stark contrast to his otherwise fresh appearance. Shirtless, he displayed a makeshift bandage wrapped around his hand, a sign that he had tended to his own injury.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number,
"In the evening," Alihan instructed.
"I'll be on time and take care of everything here," Omer replied.
"And have you deal with Azra in front of people?" Omer asked.
"You know how effective I am at making people comply," Alihan said coldly.
"I also heard that your father will be spying on both of you to find any evidence of a fake marriage," Omer warned.
Alihan opened the basement door. Azra lay on the floor, unconscious. He knelt beside her, brushing her hair away from her face. His own eyes were a mix of emptiness and something unnameable-a rawness that betrayed the harsh facade he maintained.
