London Calling - Kuzgun/KuzDil

Part 3

Kuzgun POV

Kuzgun's hand was holding on to Dila's as they entered the large venue room where the reunion was being held.

They stopped at the top of the steps in amazement, both of their eyes wandering over decadent decor. It looked like it could have been part of a magazine shoot.

White marble floors beneath their feet, black detailing along the railings going down the stairs and white lilies placed on each of the tall poseur tables throughout the room.

Kuzgun had seen nothing like it in his life, "So this is London high society huh?" he questioned Dila, perplexed at how striking it all was.

The room was filled with people and a large makeshift bar was down one end of the room with many alum waiting for their drinks. But all Kuzgun and Dila could do was stand rooted to the same spot, as other members of the reunion entered behind them.

Dila leaned herself closer to Kuzgun, "I never attended anything like this when I lived here" she said, her voice also full of awe.

Kuzgun felt someone slightly brush pass him and realised they were getting in the way of people coming into the room itself.

"Hadi, canım" he told her and she looked behind them and nodded politely at the people entering to apologise.

He gently tugged her hand with him as they made their way down the steps to an empty poseur table and stood beside it.

Dila placed her bag down and turned back to him, she gently stroked his arm and pulled him closer. But still shook her head in amazement as she continued to look around the opulent room.

"This is just incredible" she whispered and reached out to touch the lilies placed in the centre of the table.

There was a sense of satisfaction in him that this wasn't what Dila's life was like when she was at University. He had constant visions of lavish parties and Dila surrounded by suitors.

Hearing of this Oliver guy made his blood boil. His wife was smart, witty, feisty and not to mention insanely gorgeous. She was striking and every man's eyes would follow her across any room. He never doubted for a second this Oliver would have been obsessed with her. Because he always was.

"Iyi misin, sevgilim?" Dilas fingers were positioned underneath his chin to look at her and it was then he realised he had completely zoned out thinking about this guy Nehir had mentioned.

But he had to stop thinking about it, he made a promise to Dila and he had nothing to be concerned about. He just had to find a way to control his possessiveness over her for one night and not ruin anything for her. The night had to go well, Kuzgun was going to make sure of that.

He gave a reassuring nod, "Iyiyim iyiyim," he told her, leaning in and pressing his lips to her temple, he cleared his throat, "so you've never been here before then?" he asked her, taking another look at the large room.

"Yok, never in here, yani..." she confirmed, but then a knowing smile appeared upon her lips, "I used the washroom at the entrance once"

He raised his eyebrows and let out a small laugh, "How did you just use the washroom?" he asked with curiosity and a smirk.

"I was with Nehir," she started to explain, "the rooftop bar across the road wasn't open yet and we were desperate, so we sneaked in here to use it" she shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

It suddenly made him picture the two women sneaking into this classy hotel to only use their bathroom.

Kuzgun was certainly looking forward to hearing more stories about his wife from Nehir.