“Trust”
565 Words
The next morning telt like paradise. The sunlight poured through the windows, gentle and golden. Tia lay on the bed, hands resting on her stomach, trying to relax but still cautious. Her heart, however, trusted him.
A soft knock came at the door.
"Come in," she called.
Ismail stepped inside and immediately noticed her mood. Her face was downcast, hands clutching her stomach. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm.
Tia's face flushed. She felt embarrassed, vulnerable, yet in need of care. "... I messed this place up. My period came early," she admitted, her eyes looking down.
Ismail nodded slowly, pror-sing it without judgment.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked and Tia blinked, surprised - the question felt oddly comforting amidst her embarrassment.
"Yes," she whispered.
Ismail left briefly and went downstairs, instructing one of his workers to bring everything a woman might need during her period. When he returned, he handed the supplies to her gently.
"Clean up," he said softly, but Tia couldn't stand - the sheets were stained. He understood instantly.
"Stay here," he said, stepping out for a moment.
When she had settled herself, he quietly returned and began carefully stripping the bed, replacing the stained sheets and duvet, handling everything with precision. He even set aside the supplies for her, neatly on the couch, so she wouldn't have to move.
And he leave the room
After bathing and feeling a little more of herself, Tia stepped into the hallway, still a bit flustered.
She frowned, realizing she didn't know where the bedsheets and duvet were. "Excuse me," she called softly to one of the workers. "Did anyone go into ismail room while I was bathing? And... where are the bedsheets and duvet?"
The worker glanced at her and smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry, ma'am. Only the boss was inside the room. He's busy washing the bed sheets and duvet right now."
Tia's eyes widened slightly, her heart skipping a beat.
"Oh... okay. Where is it in the house?" she asked, trying to sound casual while feeling her cheeks warm.
The worker pointed toward the laundry area.
"Over there, ma'am. You can see them drying soon."
Tia walked toward the spot, and as she turned the corner, she froze slightly.
Ismail was standing there beside the washing machine, sleeves rolled up, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He looked up at her, eyes soft but teasing.
"Why stressing yourself?" he asked, his voice low, calm, almost possessive. "I can do it."
Tia blinked, taken aback. "But... I can manage," she whispered, trying not to let her nervousness show.
Ismail stepped closer, gently taking the duvet in his hands. "Let me, ma," he said softly, his smile widening. There was no arrogance in his tone, only quiet care, a subtle dominance in the way he handled everything so naturally.
Tia felt a warmth spread through her chest.
She could feel herself relaxing in his presence, the tension of embarrassment slowly melting away. For a moment, she simply watched him, realizing that she didn't have to carry the weight alone.
He hummed softlv to himself as he worked.
glancing at her every now and then, his eyes reassuring, protective, almost playful.
And Tia... she let herself breathe. Trusted him.
Even in the smallest of acts, even in a room filled with laundry, she could feel the quiet intimacy growing
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