Rayhan bolted upright in bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he wiped cold sweat from his forehead. The room was cloaked in darkness, but the echoes of his dream clung to him like a shroud.
Every night since his return, the dreams had worsened, twisting his sleep into a restless torment. Tonight had been the worst.
Rayhan remembered vividly, standing in a barren field under a dull gray sky. The air was thick and suffocating, making it hard to breathe. Ahead, he saw his father; a frail, hunched man, eyes clouded with desperation and disappointment.
'Baba?' Rayhan called out, but his father only stared back, his lips moving silently, as if begging for something. Rayhan's heart pounded. 'What do you need? Just tell me!'
But his father remained silent, his eyes filled with a sorrow that pierced Rayhan's soul. He raised a trembling hand as if to point at something, then let it fall weakly to his side. Before Rayhan could react, his father turned and began to walk away, disappearing into the mist that crept across the field.
'No!' Rayhan shouted, trying to follow, but the ground shifted beneath him, pulling him back.
Suddenly, the scene changed. Rayhan found himself in a dim, suffocating room. Hayat was crouched on the floor, her back to him, muttering to herself. Her hands were covered in blood, smearing red streaks across her face as she rocked back and forth.
'Hayat, stop!' Rayhan cried, rushing to her. But when he tried to touch her, she flinched away, her sobs growing more frantic.
'I can't... I can't take it anymore,' she whispered, her voice thick with anguish. 'It hurts... so much.'
Rayhan's heart shattered as he watched her, utterly helpless. 'Please, talk to me! Tell me what's wrong!'
But Hayat only shook her head, her pain consuming her. The room around them began to dissolve, and as Rayhan reached out to her, everything faded into darkness.
The dream's images lingered; they haunted him, leaving him shaken and more lost than ever.
***
'Oh, for goodness' sake, Adam! You can't keep her locked up forever!' Mrs. Cenk huffed, her frustration boiling over as she paced the lavish room. Her sharp words cut through the air, each syllable heavy with disdain.
Adam cringed.
His insides twisted with dread.
He hated hearing it from his mother, but he knew there was a bitter truth in her words. The press had been hounding them for weeks, demanding to see Hayat. After all, she had become the public face of their fortune, a living symbol of their wealth and status. Adam didn't care for the fame, but he needed the visibility to keep their business thriving. Keeping her hidden was becoming a problem.
But his fears ran deeper than the press.
He knew who was in Ankara.
He knew the danger that lurked there.
Rayhan.
The one man who could ruin everything.
He couldn't let them reunite. Not ever.
'Are you even listening to me?' his mother's voice cut through his thoughts.
'Yes,' Adam replied, swallowing his discomfort.
He needed a plan.
'She'll be let out today.'
***
The interview took place in a sleek, modern building with floor-to-ceiling glass windows that overlooked the bustling city of Ankara. The room was filled with sharp, metallic accents, minimalist furniture, and bright lights that reflected off the polished marble floors.
YOU ARE READING
Last Sacrifice | #Wattys2018
Romance'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...
