The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the Cenk family estate shrouded in the dark, heavy cloak of night. The grand dining room, illuminated by the soft glow of a chandelier, was meticulously prepared for the evening, with every detail carefully arranged to perfection.
But beneath the polished surface of the occasion, a simmering tension coursed through the room, an undercurrent of unspoken animosity.
Adam purposefully sent his parents away on a dinner out as he sat at the head of the table, his gaze never straying far from Hayat.
His wife.
His obsession.
She was a vision of beauty, her slender figure draped in the tight black dress he had chosen for her. The dress was deliberately provocative, its fabric hugging the curve of her chest, drawing attention to every inch of her body. Despite her head being modestly adorned with a scarf, Hayat looked anything but comfortable. The scarf did little to mask the discomfort that radiated from her, nor did it protect her from the lustful stares of his brother-in-law, Malik.
Seated opposite her was Malik, his handsome, cunning smile never wavering as his eyes lingered far too long on her body. Despite his wife, Amina, sitting subdued in her seat, a look of fear etched into her eyes as if she had seen a ghost, Malik's gaze remained fixed, brazenly ignoring the discomfort that rippled through the room.
But tonight, his presence felt like a threat to Adam.
His father-in-law's insinuations echoed in Adam's mind, the suggestion that Hayat might be better suited to Malik festering in his thoughts. Jealousy, envy, and spite intertwined, creating a toxic brew of emotions that Adam struggled to contain.
He remembered how he had knocked on Hayat's door, the promise he had made to her that he wouldn't enter her room. He kept it, he thought to himself as no matter how much he wanted to barge in there and put the dress on her himself, he had held up the dress in the crack of the door, his sister taking it from his hands.
He wanted her, desperately, but her constant refusal to let him get close infuriated him. In the end, he got her to wear the dress, knowing it would make Hayat feel vulnerable, and exposed.
And now, as they sat around the table, Adam's plan was unfolding.
The dinner was a charade, an excuse to observe Malik and see how he interacted with Hayat. Adam watched as Malik's eyes lingered on her, his gaze lingering on the very dress that Adam had selected.
Malik was a predator, dangerous in a way that Adam could never be. Where Adam was obsessive, Malik was cold, and calculating; a man who took what he wanted without remorse.
Hayat barely ate, her discomfort evident in every tense muscle of her body. As the evening wore on, the tension she could feel as well as both men's lingering eyes on her grew unbearable, it was as if she was a piece of meat, for the hungry hyena opposite her. She pushed back her chair and stood, mumbling something about needing air before hurrying out of the room.
Adam's eyes narrowed as Malik waited only a few seconds before excusing himself as well. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched his supposed friend follow Hayat out of the room, a knowing smirk playing on Malik's lips.
Adam stayed seated for a moment, trying to quell the storm of emotions raging inside him before he too rose and quietly followed.
Hayat's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor as she tried to escape the perverse atmosphere of the dining room. But the sound of heavier, determined steps trailing behind her sent a wave of fear crashing through her. She quickened her pace, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps, but she knew it was futile. Malik was faster, and within moments, he had caught up to her, cornering her against the wall.
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Last Sacrifice | #Wattys2018
Roman d'amour'I can't stop.' His voice was husky and his breath, ragged. He backed her up against the wall, the warmth of his breath penetrating her ears and his lips lightly brushing against the soft skin of her earlobe. She closed her eyes, sucking in her bo...
