𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 | ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ

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Alihan stood motionless, his intense gaze fixed on Azra. She began to cry, her tears streaming from her green eyes, reflecting her fear and despair.

"Strip," Alihan said harshly in a cold voice. His tone remained calm, but his face clearly showed how much anger he was holding back.

"Wh-what?" Azra stammered, her face a mix of shock and fear.

"You heard me," Alihan repeated, stepping closer. "When you can wear that short dress in front of the guards and police officers, why can't you strip in front of your own husband?" His eyes burned with anger. "Sweetheart," he added, his lips dangerously close to hers.

"It's time to become a real couple, isn't it? Let's do it," Alihan said, rolling up his shirt sleeves with a deliberate, menacing slowness.

Azra stood firm, her voice trembling but resolute. "No.., no..I'm not "

His lips curled into a dangerous smirk, his blue eyes filled with darkness, making Azra even more scared. "You don't have a choice,' he said."

"You can't force me," Azra said, her eyes flashing with defiance.

Alihan stepped closer, his presence overpowering. "I will."

Azra's voice broke, but she gathered all her courage and said something she shouldn't have "I'll kill myself."

The words left Azra's mouth, and Alihan's face became unreadable. Azra felt fear in the silence, but it didn’t last long. Suddenly, Alihan grabbed her hand, spun her around, and caged her under his body.

Their backs pressed together, sending shivers through Azra's body, her reaction betraying the effect of his touch.

Alihan’s face turned dark with anger, but in a low, growling voice, he ground his teeth and said, "Don't you dare do that. I own you your body, your soul, your existence."

"Even death won't save you from me," Alihan's voice darkened. "You'll beg for it, but death won’t come. Not until I allow it."

Alihan's words left Azra numb. "Is my soul that easy to claim ?" Azra questioned her in heart.

With one hand, he grabbed both of Azra's wrists, pinning them together. His other hand moved to her shoulder, trailing down to the first button of her dress. He undid it with a deliberate, sensual slowness.

"No, Alihan, please stop," Azra pleaded, struggling in his grip, but it was futile.

Alihan opened the second button, his breath hot against her neck.

"No, Alihan, I'm begging you, stop," she cried, her voice breaking.

Alihan paused, his lips brushing against her ear. "Sweetheart, I haven't even started, and you're already crying."

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