She realized it was Hasan from the familiar, strong scent of his cologne. She placed the mug she was holding down on the counter and was about to address him when she felt him gently kissing the back of her neck first. Uncomfortably startled, she turned around to face him. "Hasan, what are you doing? We're not married yet; this isn't the time," she said, looking directly at him. đ
"To me, you're my wife. Why is there someone else in your mind?" he asked, moving so close to her face that she could even feel his warm breath.
"No, it's not like that, Hasan. I asked you to come so we could talk about the other night. I was really scared that day; I was left alone on that deserted roadâŠ" As she tried to continue the conversation, he interrupted by kissing her collarbone and began speaking in a voice laden with false affection. đ”
"Oh, sorry, my wifey. I had a bit too much to drink; it was just from being too happy. I won't do it again," he said, looking at her with a promise-like tone. Something stirred in Anisa's heart, and her heartbeat increased because he was so close to her. She was becoming intoxicated by his feigned affection.
"Alright, I'll forget about those things. Go sit down; I'll bring the coffee," she said, looking at him with a smile. đ
Sitting back on the sofa, Hasan let out a sigh. He was internally pleased that he had managed to turn Anisa back to his side. He was afraid of losing her and all the assets she possessed.
A little while later, Anisa arrived carrying two coffee mugs and offered one to him. He accepted it happily and began drinking it while looking at her with loving glances. â