Highest Ranking #192 in Mystery / Thriller (26.1.2018) It is the last day of summer, and I am walking under a blue prairie sky through the grounds of a medium-security prison in Prison, Turkey. It has been 18 years since I was raped, and I am on my way to meet my attacker. Everyone has asked me why I want to meet him. I tell them. "Because I'd like to meet the man I've been in a relationship with for my entire life." For myself, I want to even out the power imbalance between us, to sit across the table on my terms and look into his eyes. The meeting has been arranged by my therapist and also my husband and he has had several talks with the man, Kenan Ergenç, Known as the "Aga". He warns me about the Nirvana Outcome, which rarely happens and consists of the offender offering a heartfelt apology to his victims. I tell him that I am expecting no such thing. Finally, he enters, walking with a cane. We stand. He offers me his hand. "I'm Kenan. Nice to meet you." "I'm Melek. Nice to meet you again." It is the oddest thing to say. And yet it is true. In many ways the attack and being kidnapped taught me what I was made of, and for that, I am grateful. It is also not the first time we have met , we have lived together 18 Years Ago " Til Death Do Us Part... or Until I Escape" I spit on his face. " Try all you can angel face ,but at the end you will always be MINE and you will never escape from me" He smirked. _____________________ You grow up dreaming about your future, imagining the job and the family you will have. You decide which profession to choose, whom to marry, what to do with your life. But what if you don't have any choice? What if someone has already decided for you, and put their desires ahead of yours? Will you fight or accept your fate? A 28-year-old women tells us about a day when her dreams were taken away from her and replaced by nightmares. *CONTENT WARNING* Rape, violence , and abuse.

#1 in spiritual "You are mine!" He claimed, gazing at her deep hazel eyes intensely. "No, I was never yours."She countered, as a lone tear fell from her eyes. "You were and you are. I will not let you get married to anyone else and there will be only my name in your henna!" Daniyal smiled gandering at her delicate hands, which were soon going to be covered with henna, but with his name? "Aren't you happy that I am finally leaving your house! Please Daniyal! You know how much it took me to be okay after you broke our friendship! Then you came back again as if nothing happened?" Kinza Malak burst into tears. Her bottled up emotions exploded like a volcano abruptly! "I am sorry Kinza. I was a jerk back then; I spoilt everything. Please let me fulfil the promise, my dad made to your abbu," with that he walked away, hiding hurt and love in his emotionless eyes, leaving a shocking Kinza behind.

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

His eyes scanned the room silently .The room was filled with colours. It was too bright for his taste.People were talking and laughing with each other.He was sitting quietly on the front like a King.His attitude and his personality screamed danger while his features showed a beautiful combination of dominance and sexiness.He was beautiful.His face screamed power,may be that's why people were too scared to come near him.His bodyguards stood protectively behind him ready to do anything waiting for his command.His eyes found no sign of danger ,he was about to relax when his eyes settled on a beauty laughing in a corner playing with a kid.He was unable to take his eyes off of her.His eyes assessed her shamelessly as she played with the kid oblivious to her surroundings.Her giggles were like honey floating in his ears. A smile automatically made its way upto his face as his mind settled its claim on her