Fear mirrored in Esma's eyes, looking at her man stepping calmly toward those evil criminals who look more like eerie monsters to her. Erhan, on the other hand, demonstrated no sign of fright through his action confronting the thugs with the weapon in their hands.
"What is it you want?" There was no tone of dread in Erhan's voice; instead, it emphasized his intrepidity. One of those men in bold who seemed their leader moved forward, welcoming Erhan; his gaze landed on him with a sneer in the corner of his lips.
That man's body formed a barricade, circling Erhan in a minute to ensure that he would not go anywhere. Witnessing her fiance under the siege of those thugs, Esma's chest pounded faster, the sweat soaking her body and her stomach acid rising due to the anxiety. However, she coul
