The office was its own beauty--with its fine paintings and carved monuments. It shone with a sort of serenity. Though the faces of both Burak and Serken was anything but that.
The chief executive was, Emine Miray. Her green gaze was stern, burning through the two. She adjusted her glass and turned to Burak,
"First of all... I never expected this from you Mr Burak" she says. I believe you are a fantastic student who is well capable of knowing what is wrong and what is right?
Burak tilts his head, "Well, yes madam, of course--that is exactly why I had to act" he said it with a sort of confidence which made Serken look at him.
Mrs Emine... you have to suspend him, his voice sizzled--he punched me in the face and everyone saw it--"Absolutely, Mr. Serken, he will be punished and don't concern yourself with it" she continued.
"Though in the latter, it was you who seemed to have started the feud" Burak raises both his brows in amusement as he watched Serken shut up.
So... detention it is-- the boys got up. "Anymore of these and I am suspending both of you" Burak slid on his jacket, with a tilt of his head he exits.
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Later that night--just outside the Yildiz's manor by the pool stood by, Burak Dogan. He wore a white, linen shirt. Leaving just the top two buttons undone as the cold air seeped in through his toned chest. His arms, unknowingly tugged at the silver chain that was draped over his neck.
He gazed down at the pool with a sort of emptiness, staring back at the water, the same color of his eyes.
"S-Stop it Burak"... her voice fell as the image of a tear-streamed face of Meryem played out in his mind.
He sighed in frustration. How could she...? after everything the guy said. Though deep down... he knew she was trying to keep him out of trouble. Though, it still burned him--how Serken called her names, how broken she looked.
Just then--a pair of a timid footsteps fell. Burak snapped his head to his right--only to see Meryem. She stood just fifteen steps away. The lavender edge of her robe grazing against the marble floor. The surrounding lights which were fixed to the ground--sort of illuminated her rosy face.
His chest slightly heaved--she was completely unaware to him. Her nimble fingers tucked away a thread of lock that threatened fell as she then let out a frail sigh. Her arms then shot up to her forehead--in that instant, her knees buckled.
Burak noticed it, he rushed to her--"Meryem... MERYEM!" she fell inside the pool right then and there. A grueling splash then he too dove in. His arms and knees of swayed under water as he caught her. His wrist quickly found her waist as he then rose up.
Ha...ha... ha... Burak's hunter eyes fell to an unconscious Meryem as they both settled on the marble floor above. He patted at her face in a desperate attempt.
Meryem...Meryem you are scaring me... Meryem... MERYEM!! his voice grew increasingly panicked as he urged for her to wake up. She did--only a little by little, her eyes cracked opened. Her lips then parted as she gasped for air.
Ah Meryem... ah... his voice shook. Burak... she murmured, finding his eyes.
"Come one... let's get you inside, you will catch cold"... he whispers. To that, she gives a weak nod.
Few weeks after the incident*
The Altan manor stood outside of Istanbul in the northern side of Turkiye's thick Anatolian forest. The manor itself looked like a castle. With it's antique designs, seven chambers and the grand garden. It spoke for it self.
Far above, inside the intricate, glass window stood by, Meryem Azra Altan in her bed chamber. She wore-not her usual clothing but a white, sleeveless robe that hugged to her nimble frame and a single, heart shaped necklace which she kept on grazing at as she she stared outside.
The sky was painted in a dark pastel of grey. "It is raining"... a whisper. The serene sound of filled her chamber as if there were quite murmurs. She then sat back in front of a mirror. Nimble fingers smoothing down her silky black hair, letting it fall to the curve of her neck.
She stared at herself, her mind began to wander--"Burak Dogan"... his hunter gaze had pierced through her. The roughness from the previous altercation from the cafeteria was gone when he saw her in that state. In fact--he was beginning to desperately plead for her to wake up.
Meryerm's lashes fluttered, her lips dropped in a natural pout as she then planted both palms on the dressing table and leaned in. Burak... she whispers.
If this was years ago, he would have pushed her into the pool himself. Her lips curled at the irony of the situation. He was falling for her... and she too couldn't deny the fact that...
-She also felt the exact way.
Just then--a knock fell on her door. Her eyes snapped to it, "Who is it?" hearing the familiar voice of her maid. "Come in" she ushered.
Zeynep entered the room, "Your mother and father expects you, my lady" Meryem's brows furrowed, "R-Really?"... her voice trails of. "Whatever for?"...
The blonde maid shakes her head, "That... I do not know, my lady" Meryem hearing it, she reluctantly got up and began to make her way out.
--Back in the Yildiz estate. In it's very own private gym. Burak Dogan worked out. Though his peaceful session didn't last long as his sister quickly barged in.
In mid set--his eyes fluttered to Esma. She had her hair in a pig-tail which made her look absolutely adorable and silly at the same time.
Esma... he then placed the barbell right back up. With a grunt, Burak sat up. Esma made her way to him. "Well well.... don't over do it now"... she teases. "You might break your back" "Very funny, Esma"... he bit back. Running a hand through his tousled hair. "Chill... dude"... she crosses her arm--"it is not like I'm talking bad about Meryem"... He shot her a look, "W-What?"... a pause, "What does that suppose to mean?" Esma strode past him, she bends slightly and wraps her hand around a dumbbell that was half of both her arms.
Ugh... Burak, how do you even...? she then lifts it up with great effort. Holding it with both hands. "Esma, answer me"... he looks at her from above his shoulder, "What did you mean by--"Meryem?"... her lips curled, "She obviously likes you"...
His breath hitches* though shaking it off. "Wh-What? her...liking me?" she nods. I mean anyone could tell easily. --And... you love her as well... don't ya?
Esmaa... he looks away, his ears turning red. "Come one now! I love it when you are so shy" she giggles looking at her brother who seemed to falter.
"I-I am not sure, Esma"... he says, hunter eyes falling to his battered hands. They were from the fight. For her. Esma tilted her head then walked over to him. She knelt closer to him, "Burak... All you are not sure about is if this could work out" he snaps her head to her, then his eyes went back to being on the ground.
A bitter smile tugged at his lips, "Not just that, though" his hands clenched, the vein on his wrist became prominent. "I had been neglectful to her... I hurt her way too many times" he then lets out a low, dry chuckle, "Even in the fight--all she wanted was for me to stop"
Esma watched him frown. She then placed her hand on his back, "Abi... be truthful... do you like Meryem Azra--Like? he asks, flabbergasted. "I love her"... Esma nods smiling.
"Then why wait, brother? why wait when you can tell her exactly that?" Burak gazes at his sister, he then gives her a re-assuring nod.
To be continued>>>>>>>>>>>