Rikom
The night before my wedding, I lay beside Mina after we had made love. She was subdued, as was I. Reaching for her hand, I brought it to my lips and kissed it. Her sigh filled the dark room.
“Are you alright, my jün?” I asked.
She didn’t answer me immediately and I waited patiently.
“I will be conducting the ceremony tomorrow,” she whispered.
I felt a pain in my chest so severe, I was sure I had been stabbed with an iron blade.
“No.”
I was horrified. My wife, my love, marrying me off to another. I had hoped to spare her the pain of even attending the ceremony, though Mama had said it was out of the question. I had still been willing to fight for it. But this… even in my worst nightmares, I could not have pictured this.
“You will do no such thing, Mina.”
She sighed ag
