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Alihan stepped toward Azra slowly, his presence menacing and cold. He grabbed her by the arm and turned her roughly toward the table, his grip unyielding.
"Alihan, leave me," Azra urged, her voice trembling.
"Leave me, Alihan!" she repeated, her voice louder but still weak, filled with desperation.
Alihan ignored her, pulling out a pen and paper. "Write a letter to your sister and tell her you're not going to see her again," he imposed, his voice desolate of emotion.
"No, I never will," Azra spat, her eyes fiercely locked onto his, her lips quivering.
Without a word, Alihan took out his phone and dialed a number. "Burak, kill Lily. No, wait. Kidnap her and bring her to Turkey," he said, his voice frigid and cold blooded.
"No, no, Alihan, don't touch Lily! Burak, don't touch Lily, please!" Azra shouted, panic rising in her voice.
"After you complete the job, inform me. You have half an hour, Burak," Alihan continued, brushing off Azra's pleas.
"No, no! I'll... I'll..." Azra chocked, her resolve crumbling.
Alihan remained silent, his eyes fixed on Azra, waiting.
"I'll write it, I'll write it," Azra finally conceded, tears streaming from her green eyes.
Alihan stood emotionless, but a flicker of something-regret, perhaps -flashed briefly in his eyes. He quickly buried it, convincing himself that he was heartless, a monster who couldn't afford to show weakness.
As Azra wrote the letter, each word a dagger to her heart, Alihan watched, his exterior as cold and unfeeling as ever. But inside, a part of him ached, a part he had long tried to silence.
Azra started writing. Each word she wrote smashed her heart. Azra's hands shook as she wrote, her tears smudging the ink. "My dearest Lily," she wrote with a heavy heart, "I am so sorry, but we can never see each other again. I have put you in danger, and the only way to keep you safe is to stay far away from you. Please, understand that this is for your own good. Always remember that I love you with all my heart. Your Sofie loves you a lot."
Azra turned to give him the letter when suddenly all the lights went out due to some electrical issue.
"What's wrong now," Alihan muttered, stepping out of the study to check the issue. After five minutes, the lights came back on. He returned to the study, only to see Azra on the floor, clutching her knees tightly. She looked extremely scared, her breathing erratic.
"It's dark... Mama, Papa, leave me... Sofie will be alone... Sofie doesn't have parents... She is an orphan..." Azra continuously repeated these words, her voice frail and broken.
She was clearly not in a normal state.
Alihan dashed towards her and grabbed her shoulders, his grip firm but not harsh. "Azra, Azra, look at me," He blurted, his voice saturated with tension.
