“Cann never loved her. Not anyone—until you came into his life,” Taniz continued.
Ritika froze. Her heart stopped, her breath caught. She wanted to hear the truth, but these were all lies—molded yet again, right in front of her.
“I’m a part of his world, and the people in his world love him so much. But I can be a part of his world—not his heart,” Ritika whispered, her voice low and heavy with emotion.
Taniz knew both of them were difficult to convince, but he still hoped. He hoped Cann would finally find his happiness with Ritika.
“Give him some time, Ritika. He’s torn between two worlds—one of his heart and one of this fake world Delitz has created.”
Taniz opened the door, pausing to look at Ritika one last time. “He’s in love this time—I can feel it. Why can’t you and he feel it too?” With that, Taniz left, closing the door behind him.
Tears began to spill from Ritika’s eyes.
“Why can’t I have just one peaceful day here in Istanbul?” she whispered to herself.
But all she could think about after Taniz left was Cann.
She couldn’t hold it in any longer. She had to talk to him. Opening her balcony door, she stepped out, walking toward Cann’s balcony.
As she approached, raised voices stopped her in her tracks. Cann and Delitz were arguing—again.
Ritika stayed in a corner, listening.
“Why the hell can’t you take me with you to Ankara?” Delitz yelled.
“I told you, it’s a promotional tour. The media will be there. I just want one peaceful day—one day where I’m Cann, not Cann with Delitz,” he said, his voice calm but firm.
“That’s exactly the point! The media will be there—think of all the modeling offers I’ll get after the press conference!” Delitz’s voice was high with anger, even as she tried to sound excited.
“How could you be so selfish, Delitz? It’s my movie promotions. Can’t you leave me alone, just this once, for my work?” Cann pleaded.
Ritika heard the sounds of things being thrown—Delitz’s temper flaring as always. She clenched her fists, ready to intervene, but then she heard Cann’s voice again.
“Stop it, Delitz. We’ll figure this out. Just stop.”
The noise ceased.
“He’ll figure it out,” Ritika muttered to herself, standing there for a moment longer before retreating to her room. She wasn’t angry anymore—just deeply upset.
She lay on her bed, no longer crying but instead lost in thought. Her mind raced, cycling through every worry until exhaustion overtook her. She fell asleep.
Hours passed. It was now 7 p.m.
Oziya arrived at Ritika’s building, carrying a bouquet of flowers, chocolates, champagne—and, conspicuously, a small box of condoms nestled within the arrangement.
He headed up in the elevator, remembering that Ritika had once mentioned living on the top floor.
He got off and rang the doorbell—but at the wrong apartment.
Cann opened the door.
The two men exchanged surprised glances. Cann’s eyes drifted to the bouquet in Oziya’s arms and lingered on the box of condoms.
“What... condoms? What is he doing with those?” Cann thought, trying to suppress his surprise.
“Can I help you?” Cann asked politely.
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Turkish Love
FanfictionCann sighed, lying down on his bed, but sleep wouldn't come. His thoughts were consumed by Ritika. He couldn't stop wondering-should he tell her about Delitz? Should he tell Delitz about Ritika? But why? Ritika was just his neighbor, his friend. He...
