ENTANGLED AND HEARTS (Her Price For Dreams) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 42: You are still a part of me💔💔

Rayan's POV

We reached the Sofia Mansion,I remember last time we visited here,I was fifteen years old.

Anneanne always acted like a real grandmother to me,Mom also had a good relation with her,So we had to visit her in her difficult time.However Mom was over excited to visit her this time.

After greeting with Anneanne,I take a walk through the sofia mansion.My mind insist that I am admiring the estate grandure but my heart knows better -----I am searching for Maryam.

When I reach the open balcony area which I find the most beautiful part in the whole mansion,I see Ahana standing by the railing.

I was about to leave when Ahana walk to me and says," I wish she drawns in the same ocean."

I gaze at Ahana her face red in anger,"What?"confusion etched on my face. But she swiftly turns away, leaving me with unanswered questions.

I wander to the railing, my eyes drifting towards the beach area below. That's when I see them – Maryam and Samar, carefree and lost in their own world.

Samar chases after Maryam, his feet pounding the sand. He catches up, grasping her waist and swinging her into the air.

Samar lift Maryam off the ground,cradling her in his arms.

A wave of anxiety washes over me. I confront the harsh reality: Samar is living the life I once imagined with Maryam. The pain of what could have been still lingers, a constant reminder of my unresolved feelings.

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We sat down for breakfast together, a sense of normalcy returning with Anneanne's presence. Samar was absent for obvious reasons, but Maryam joined us, her presence stirring mixed emotions within me.

It had been a while since we last spoke, not since that day at the NGO. She'd made it clear she wanted distance between us, believing it was best for both of us. I respected her wishes, even though ignoring her proved painful.

As we finished breakfast, Orhan and Ayesha announced their plans to take us on a trip through Turkey. It seemed Samar and Maryam had opted for a separate journey.

I trail behind them, my eyes scanning the crowded streets of Istanbul with disinterest. Another historic mosque, another bustling bazaar. I've lost count.

"Why do we have to visit every single one of these?" I mutter under my breath.

Ayesha's bright smile greets me as she turns around. "Come on, Rayan, keep up! We're almost at the Hagia Sophia."

I force a weak smile, feeling like a tagalong on their adventure. Alia, and Ahana seem to be enjoying themselves, laughing and chatting as we navigate the throngs of tourists.

As we stop to watch a street performer, Alia tugs on my arm. "Look, Rayan! A whirling dervish!"

Alia always like exploring different countries,food and culture.

I humor her, watching the performer's spinning dance with a polite smile.

However from the inside I feel restless, trapped in this never-ending cycle of sightseeing. My mind wanders back to my own problems,how I always stay restless these days.

I dont know what I want.

My mind always races with thoughts.

Orhan claps me on the back, breaking my reverie. "Let's get some lunch,Rayan! Maybe some adrenaline-pumping kebabs will revive you."

I nod, falling into step behind them. But my heart's not in it.

As we walk, the sounds and smells of Istanbul swirl around me – the call to prayer, the scent of spices, the chatter of strangers. But I feel disconnected, lost in my own thoughts.