Yusuf Ali
I shut my eyes. Today, the evening started off a bit badly. As Zeynep followed Sibel, my nerves were on edge. The cheap tricks, the rags she wore, and her attempts to grab attention made me sick.
Zeynep drew my attention because she was beautiful and innocent. Her affection was pure. She would turn bright red just from my gaze. That shyness drew me to her. Despite all the oppression, she remained silent. She was always thinking of others. It was as if someone needed to think of her. She wasn't doing it herself. That's where I came in. I was there to think of her. I felt like I had to be there.
Still, as if Halit's glances weren't enough, when the waiter ogled her, I felt like killing the waiter right there. I intended to teach Zeynep a lesson. When I took her to the room, thin
