"You're kidding, right?" Rakia gave Dashtan a probing look of disbelief."That's up to you, whether you believe me or not. I've told you the truth." Dashtan finished his coffee and then looked at Rakia, who seemed to be debating whether to believe."So what do you say? Want to come with me to the dig? I can tell Liam to make you a journalist who will cover the process."Rakia looked at Dashtan in surprise; what a tempting offer. When else could she be part of a team covering and witnessing a historical event? Rakia could see no other answer than to accept the offer. Dashtan looked at the woman waiting; he had already set the bait, just waiting for the fish to grab it."That will be one of the things I will never forget in my entire career. I'm willing," Rakia broke in."But there are conditions." And those words made Rakia again."Well, then I won't be going.""You've already agreed to it; there's no turning back, Rakia...." Dashtan smiled slyly in her mind. Rakia resented the man's d
They ended the kiss by closing their eyes, resting their foreheads against each other, and inhaling as much air as possible to fill their oxygen-deprived lungs."Don't ask for my heart, Rakia...," Dashtan said after she gained the strength to speak."I won't ask for it; I just want us to be honest with ourselves in this marriage." Rakia tried to get the Man to open up to her and go through this marriage without any pretense. Dashtan opened her eyes while Rakia immediately distanced them as she turned to the other side. She took a deep breath and then let it out regularly."I'll try, but if I feel it's beyond my limits, I'll stop."That remark made Rakia look back at the Man; a small smile broke out on her face."That's the spirit. Now, I have to eat and take my medicine; then we'll talk about the excavation later," Rakia said before getting up from the sofa and leaving Dashtan, who was thinking about his decision again. He turned to Rakia, who was hobbling out of his office. He had on
Her cell phone ringing woke Rakia from her sleep after she had made love with Dashtan a few moments ago. But when she woke up and checked her surroundings, she found him nowhere, not even in this room. Rakia covered her body with a thick blanket. It once again looked around for Dashtan, but all she found was her loneliness. Her cell phone ringing had stopped because she didn't answer the call. She let out a long sigh and closed her eyes for a moment."I regret it now," she said, but a second later, she smiled and shook her head weakly. Her cell phone rang again, and she lazily answered the call."Hi, are you awake? Sorry for not waking you up; I had a meeting that I almost forgot about." Dashtan's voice came from the other end of the line. Rakia smiled while biting her lower lip. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she quickly pulled herself together."Um, thanks for calling, but you still left as you ran away after screwing someone's daughter." Rakia looked down. Dashtan laughed
Dashtan hugged Rakia tightly in their drenched state.“Thank God...,” he whispered while Rakia was still in his arms. He then broke the hug and looked at Rakia with a relieved look on her face.“Come on, let’s go inside; you’ll catch a cold; you have to change,” Dashtan said, carrying Rakia in front of his body to enter the house. He dropped Rakia inside the woman’s bathroom per the woman’s instructions.“You also change; please get me the bathrobe,” said Rakia, who was now sitting on the closed toilet of her bathroom. Dashtan complied and got up from his crouching position in front of Rakia.“I’ll be right here after I change,” promised Dashtan, to which Rakia responded with a nod as she looked at the man with a weak smile of gratitude. As Dashtan left Rakia to get changed, he returned to the pool to retrieve Rakia’s walking stick, placed it in the living room, ran to his room to change quickly, and returned to Rakia’s room with the woman’s walking stick.“Kia...,” Dashtan called, op
Dashtan turned to Rakia as the woman mentioned the name of the woman currently on his doorstep, his face betraying confusion. "Do you know her?" Dashtan asked curiously. "We met at the greenhouse when her mother took her there." Dalilah answered Dashtan's question. The man turned back to his guest. "What brings you here?" Dashtan spoke with no friendly intonation at all. Dalilah was instantly nervous at the man's unfriendly tone with her. She would have had to summon up so much courage and guts to see him alone if not for something urgent that only he could help her with. "I... Want to talk to you, it's urgent, please...," Dalilah pleaded. Rakia, who felt ignored, turned away and returned to the house. Her mind immediately thought of all the assumptions about Dashtan and Dalilah. Everything only led to one conclusion. Rakia chose to return to the kitchen and eat pizza alone. For her, she did her best not to interfere too much with the man's personal life as long as Dashtan didn't
Rakia gulped as Dashtan said his confession. She wanted to interrupt, but on the other hand, she tried to listen to the man's explanation. "She was two weeks pregnant, but not my child. She forced me to take responsibility after she carelessly joined a party with her classmates back in college in America. On an island for three days. I had forbidden her to go but Dalilah is a party girl and stubborn, so I had no choice and let her go." Dashtan continued his story. Rakia now felt half empty. She was grateful for not interrupting earlier. "Two weeks later, she confessed that she was pregnant and forced me to marry her and take responsibility because she had no idea who impregnated her. I refused to do so, and she threatened to kill herself, so I told her just to terminate the pregnancy." Dashtan took a deep breath; Rakia did too. For some reason, all her muscles suddenly tensed up as she listened to the man's story. "After that, we didn't speak to each other for a few days and before
That morning, Rakia woke up early after checking her cell phone notifications last night and getting a message from her boss to fill in the morning news. That meant she had to leave for work early in the morning. She looked at Dashtan, fast asleep beside her; last night had been draining for both of them. Dashtan, with his sexy finesse, is making love to her. She also didn't understand the man's anger when she told him her heart forbade him from doing things like this often. She didn't want to get so deeply attached to him either; she feared her heart breaking again if the separation came. But the sensation the man gave her when he touched her could not be denied. Rakia sighed loudly, then shifted slowly to the side of the bed and lowered her legs. She tried to use her legs to stand without the help of a cane, and the result was satisfactory. She moved her initially painful leg with gentle movements, and it didn't hurt anymore; it was just stiff. With slow steps, she headed to the ba
That afternoon, Dashtan arrived home after returning from the office; as he took off his tie and looked at his watch, he remembered Rakia. He clucked and ruffled his feathers in annoyance at himself for forgetting to pick her up. He took off his tie entirely and threw it on the sofa in the living room, after which he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, unbuttoned his wrists, and rolled up his sleeves to the elbows. When he turned around to go back outside, he found Rakia had just entered and came over. “Sorry for forgetting to pick up....” Dashtan stared at Rakia, who just passed him without greeting him as if he was not there. Confused by the woman’s attitude, he felt that something had happened. Rakia entered her room and immediately closed the door and locked it. Dashtan kept all his curiosity about the woman’s behaviour to himself as he walked to his room to change. Meanwhile, Rakia placed her bag on the dressing table and let out a rough sigh. She wanted to talk to Das