The party was in full swing.
Music pulsing through the air.
Lights dim.
Voices blending into laughter.
On one side—
Huru's eyes found Doruk.
And stayed there.
She had liked him from the very first time she saw him.
And tonight—
He looked dangerously attractive.
She walked toward him slowly.
"Doruk... is that really you?" she asked, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Doruk's chuckled.
"If not me... then who else would it be?"
Huru laughed.
And soon—
They were talking.
But her gaze.
Kept drifting to his lips.
Full.
Soft.
Almost distracting.
She could not stop looking.
Just then—
Nayza appeared.
They all stood together.
Talking.
Smiling.
Enjoying the night.
But on the other side—
Something else was building.
Leera stood with the same boy.
Yesir was looking for her.
The boy took a breath.
"I... actually wanted to say something."
Leera looked at him.
"Yes?"
"I love you,Leera," he said suddenly.
"Will you be my girlfriend? I swear I'll keep you happy."
Leera froze.
"Umm... I—"
Before she could finish—
A hand wrapped around hers.
Yesir.
Without a word.
He pulled her away.
Straight into her room.
Door shut.
Silence.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Before she could react—
Yesir pulled her against the wall.
Her wrists pinned above her head.
And then—
He kissed her.
Hard.
Possessive.
Like he had lost control.
Leera gasped, pulling back slightly.
"What are you doing?"
Yesir didn't answer.
He just looked at her.
His eyes—
Dark.
Intense.
Filled with something raw.
Something consuming.
Then slowly—
He took out a small ring bow.
Leera's breath hitched.
Yesir dropped down—
Right in front of her.
"I want to marry you."
Her eyes Filled instantly.
Her heart, racing.
"I want it too..." she whispered.
That was enough.
He stood.
Slid the ring onto her finger.
And pulled her close again.
This time—
The kiss was not just sudden.
It was deeper.
Hungrier.
Like both of them had been holding back for too long.
Yesir's grip tightened on her waist as he pulled her closer.
Their bodies pressed together.
No space left.
His hand slowly moved lower—
Pausing for just a second.
As if asking.
Or maybe not asking at all.
Leera's breath hitched.
Her fingers tightened around his shirt.
"Yesir..." she wishperd, her voice barely steady.
But he didn't stop.
His touch deepened—
More deliberate now.
More claiming.
Leera's body reacted instantly.
A sharp breath escaping her lips.
Her head tilting back slightly against the wall.
"Ahm—" a soft sound slipped from her.
Uncontrolled.
Her hand moved quickly—
Grabbing his wrist.
Stopping him.
"Wait..." she said, breathing heavily.
"The party... if we don't stop...we won't be able to."
Yesir let out a low breath against her neck.
His forehead resting against hers.
"Damn..." he muttered softly.
"I can't control myself around you."
Slowly.
Reluctantly.
He pulled his hand away.
His gaze dropped for a second—
Then came back to her eyes.
Dark.
Possessive.
Still burning.
"Go," he said quietly.
"Before I stop listening to you."
Leera adjusted herself quickly.
Her hands slightly trembling.
Before leaving—
She glanced at him once more.
And walked out.