Moonlight 💫

~Chapter 34~

The next morning, despite the lingering tension between them, Feraye and Ates found themselves exploring the enchanting city of Cappadocia. The rocky landscapes and whimsical fairy chimneys provided a breathtaking backdrop, but it was a hidden garden, bursting with vibrant flowers, that truly captivated them. Feraye bent down to smell a delicate bloom, a soft smile lighting up her face. Ates watched her, his anger momentarily forgotten, as he picked a flower and gently tucked it behind her ear.

''What was that for?" She asked softly staring deeply into His brown eyes, flecked with hints of amber, seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words. As she gazed into them, Feraye felt a warmth spread through her, dissolving the remnants of their earlier argument. Ates' eyes softened, reflecting the same tenderness that now filled the space between them.

"You're impossible to ignore," he murmured, stepping closer. The air between them was charged with unspoken emotion, her presence like a magnet pulling him closer.

"But how do I know this isn't just another fleeting moment?" Feraye looked up again, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of hope and desperation.

"Because this time, I'm here to stay," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

''And how do I know for sure that you're not lying to me?"Ates asked stepping even closer to her

  Feraye took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she moved closer to him, her head barely reaching his chest. "I can prove it to you," she whispered, her voice unwavering, as she stood on her tiptoes, closing the distance between them.

''How?'' He asked curiously

They stood there, staring deeply into each other's eyes, and Feraye boldly asked, "If I tried to kiss you, would you let me?" Ates' breath caught as he watched her lean in closer, their lips just inches apart. Suddenly, a vibrant butterfly fluttered gracefully between them, its iridescent wings shimmering in the morning light. The butterfly's unexpected appearance seemed almost symbolic, a delicate reminder of the fragility and beauty of the moment. Feraye chuckled softly, her gaze following the butterfly's path.

"Maybe it's a sign," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and longing.

Ates smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Maybe it is," he replied, his voice low and filled with emotion.

Deciding to return to the hotel, they walked hand in hand. The earlier tension between them was replaced by a newfound understanding. As they approached the lobby, their steps faltered when they saw Yaman standing there, a bag in his hand and a smug expression on his face.

"Great" Ates whispered under his breath.

"Why are you here?" Feraye aske clearly in pleased with Yaman sudden appearance.

"I came to join the party," he announced, his voice dripping with mockery.   Feraye's heart sank, and she instinctively moved closer to Ates.
"What are you doing here, Yaman?" she asked once again,Her voice was a mixture of fear and defiance.  Yaman's eyes flickered to Ates, then back to Feraye.

"I'm your husband, Feraye. I have the right to be wherever you are,You can't ever run away from me remember that." He said, his tone sounding as possessive and threatening as always . The air grew thick with tension, the fragile peace between Ates and Feraye now overshadowed by Yaman's menacing presence.

How could I be so blind ? Feraye thought to herself as she watched the man she once loved with complete disgust.

Ates tightened his grip on Feraye's hand, his jaw clenching as he stepped protectively in front of her. His eyes narrowed, and a steely determination replaced the warmth they had held moments before.