Unconditional love

chapter 7

Anam's pov

After some time, we all got up and went to the dining table to have our food. Rusda was still playing with Professor on his lap.

Hesitantly, I went to him, took Rusda in my arms, and started feeding her.

The Professor's full attention was on me while I fed Rusda.

When I reached out to take the salad, I noticed  Professor staring at my hand, which had his fingerprints on it.

Then Shanaya, holding my hand, said, "Allah anam, what kind of mark is this on your wrist? In the morning, your wrist was absolutely fine."

As soon as Shanaya said this, Danish and Shoaib looked at me and started asking about the mark on my hand.

"It's nothing, maybe it's because of the bracelet," I said. As soon as I said this, the Professor looked at me without any emotion, got up, and walked away. I don't know where he went.

We ate our food while talking, and then I took Rusda in my arms and went to my room. After reaching the room, I put her to sleep.

After putting her to sleep, I changed my clothes and put on my night suit.

While combing my hair after wearing my night suit, I remembered that I had to go to the Professor's room. I didn't know why he had called me and why he was behaving so strangely with me. Had I made a mistake? I asked myself.

Then suddenly, I remembered that I had told him in a panic that my brother is in the mafia. I cursed myself and said, "Anam, how can you be so stupid? You know that he also lived in Turkey for five years."

I had also told him about my marriage. Except for Shreya, no one here knows that I am married. How can I be so careless? I said, hitting my head.

What if he used these things against my brother?

What if he tries to use me as a pawn against my brother?

All the worst things started running through my mind at the same time.

Then it came to my mind that the Professor had gone there to complete his education (as I was told). How could he have any relation with the mafia? I consoled myself by saying that my brother has the most power.

I got up, took a deep breath, and went to the Professor's room.

Reaching near his room, I took another deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said in a deep, manly voice.

As soon as I entered, my body froze at the sight in front of my eyes.

The Professor was standing there shirtless, holding a cigarette in his hand. There was smoke all over the room, as if he had been smoking for a long time. His eyes were red.

Upon seeing me, his eyes filled with anger. He came towards me.

"I was waiting for you," he said in a deep, harsh voice, and moved the back of his palm up and down on my left cheek.

I trembled at his touch. Seeing me trembling, he brought his lips close to mine and said, "Bir anlaşma yapalım, aşkım."

(Let's make a deal, love.)

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