New Love

{Chapter 1}

*****I don't own most of the characters, this is a fan-fiction about what I would've wanted to happen in the famous turkish show Ask i-Memnu*****

{Nihal's POV}

"Nihal, you have to eat something" said Mademoiselle.

Ever since I found out about Behlul's affair with Bihter, the woman my dad fell in love with and married, I haven't been the same.

I fell in love with Behlul from when we were kids, I used to always follow him around and fell so in love that I didn't want to believe whoever said that he doesn't feel the same way.

When he proposed to me I was the happiest girl in all of Istanbul, I couldn't believe that the guy I fell in love with was asking me to be his wife.

"I'm not hungry." I mumbled looking at the ocean view outside the window of our new mansion.

After what happened last month, at our old mansion, my father Adnan decided that moving to a new house and starting over would help in my 'condition'.

Mademoiselle looked at me sternly "don't forget that you're not just eating for one anymore." she stated placing her hand on my still flat stomach.

I felt my eyes tearing up at the reminder of what he left behind.

"Do you think the child Bihter aborted was his?" I've always wondered why she never wanted to have a kid with my father, and that whenever she got pregnant she would abort it right away.

Mademoiselle avoided my gaze "let's not think or talk about her. You know how your father feels about mentioning her." I stared ahead my hand unconsciously rubbing my stomach,
"I still can't believe that she's dead. It's like she's going to come through that door acting all nice and innocent." snickering at the last part remembering how she always did that and then directed the conversation to what me and Behlul did.

"Don't think about that stuff now, you have been out of the hospital for less than three days, you don't want to go back there, Do you? Remember what the doctor said, you have to eat and rest so your pregnancy goes smoothly without any complications." she tried directing me to the door.

"I can walk by myself Mademoiselle, I'm not sick or disabled. Just tired and pregnant." I stated bitterly remembering how Behlul used to do the same all the time especially when I had one of my fainting spells or that time I fell down the stairs, trying to stop him from leaving, and had to have a surgery.

"Alright, just don't stress or snap." she let go of my arm and walked behind me cautiously like I'm going to collapse at any second then moved away to grab her phone from my desk.

I looked out the window for the last time and gasped at what I just saw.

The guy that broke me.

The one who left an hour before our wedding just because she phoned him.

The father of the little one growing inside me right now.

My ex fiance, the guy I've always looked up to.

The love of my life.

"Behlul" I whispered.

And that's when i wished that I didn't tell Mademoiselle to let go and let her walk away from me to the other side of the room, because the world span around me and then everything went black.

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"What happened?" asked a male voice.

"We were talking, and then I was taking her to go eat something when she told me to let go and that she could do that on her own. When I let her go and moved away, she looked out the window, started looking really pale and then gasped and whispered his name." said a female voice.

It took me a while in my hazy mind, but then recognized the voices as my dad and Mademoiselle's.

"Why would she whisper his name and look as if she saw him? he's gone and is out of our lives for good." I heard my dad say getting impatient and angry.

"Do you think that he knows about her pregnancy?" Mademoiselle asked panicking.

I held back the gasp that was fighting to get out and decided to keep acting unconscious so I can hear the rest of their conversation.

Fully knowing how wrong that is.

"I made sure that no one knew about that so he doesn't hear about it." I couldn't believe that my dad would do something like that, I thought that he out of all people would want me to tell Behlul about the baby.

Of course since that's the right thing to do.
Now that I think about it, I actually wouldn't want him to know about our baby either.

'you're just saying that because you're angry and hurt.' stated my annoying conscious.

At that moment the fact that i saw him outside my window looking straight at me then at my hand, that was still on my stomach at that moment rubbing it, looking as shocked as I did seeing him again.

" I saw him!" I shot up into a sitting position.

"He was here looking straight at me!" I was trying to not panic.

"He saw me rubbing my stomach." I was trying to not think about what would happen if he figured out what was going on.

"What if he found out?" I asked feeling the tears run down my face and feeling myself panicking more.

"NIHAL CALM DOWN!!" was the last thing I heard before I passed out again but this time it was from panicking and not surprise.