A Love So Beautiful

Chapter 22

     Her well furnished beautiful room seemed like cage to her. Impulsively she took her coat and gloves, looked down the hall to make sure neither Emir nor Ceylin was in sight. She ran down the stairs. After putting her boots at the back door, she stepped outside.

It was dark and cold. She went on aimlessly, her hands in the pocket of her coat. Before coming to Bursa, she was sure of herself that she would deal with Emir but his one look made her nervous. She walked fast to keep herself warm.

She was gone only for about half an hour. But as she ran back to her room, she knew she had done the right thing. The moment of fear was gone. To Emir she was Miss Aynur, a prim and proper young woman who was Ceylin's new companion. She was ready to face Emir. She put on her tinted glasses that made quite a difference to her appearance with hair tied in bun at the back of her neck. She composed herself and decided better to be cool and polite to Emir. With time she had learnt to control her anger, her impulsive reaction.

She was uneasy with the thought that how come Emir didn't recognize her voice. Then it struck her even Aynur had mentioned about her voice. Being English interpreter, she had grown English accent. She was unsure of her voice but again she became confident and was ready to face emir.

She closed her door to go to study but then realized she had not been to study before. Study was downstairs. She looked around the room. There was warmth in the room. It more looked like the old Emir she had known years ago, Emir who had swept her off her feet.

"You look very serious."

She was startled, turned to face him.

"What were you thinking about?"

"I –I was admiring the room. It's very beautiful."

"What will you like to drink? Should I pour you?"From his tone she knew he was not convinced by her explanation.

"A sherry would be fine." She wanted to have clear head while talking to him. Emir could read her thoughts through her eyes.

Emir came over to her, holding out a long stemmed glass, his eyes looking at her. She had to make efforts to look calm when she took the glass from his hand.

Emir knelt by the fireplace, lit the logs. While he was lighting the fire, she studied him. He had changed in four years. His mouth was severe; his deep eyes were cold as if icy winds have touched them. Gone were the soft honey colored eyes. But when he was with her daughter then she had seen the glimpses of old loving, caring Emir. It was not a happy face. She found there was an air of disillusionment. But as he stood up she became fully aware of what had not changed, was his height. 

Emir turned to her all of a sudden as if he knew she was staring at him.

"Have you lived here for long, Mr.Sarrafoglu?" she asked.

"Less than a year. And you-you're from Polonezkoy, aren't you?"

"Yes I was born there. After finishing my education, I had worked as interpreter also" She answered.

"Why did you leave?"

She fiddled with her glass,"I felt I needed a change."

"That's fortunate for us," he said smoothly."Ceylin seems to be fond of you in such a short period. I think it's mutual?"

She looked at him it appeared as if deliberately he was baiting her, she thought grimly. Reminded her past incident when Emir had brought her home from hostel. She had been  stubborn did not want to give into him. Emir asked her the reason for her staying with him and she made excuse. She had started with pretence but then Emir had taken over from her.