At the bar...
Yugh was deep in his cups, teetering on the edge of oblivion. But instead of bringing numbness, the alcohol only sharpened the tormenting visions. The image of Hasan's lips on Anisa's played on a cruel, relentless loop, each repetition twisting the knife deeper in his gut. He couldn't define what he felt for Anisa, it was a tangled mess of protectiveness, guilt, and something else he dared not name, but the sight of her being claimed, even unwillingly, was an agony he couldn't bear. 🥃
Outside the cinema...
Anisa leaned against the car, trying to process what had just happened in the dark theatre. The memory wasn't romantic; it felt invasive, overwhelming. Hasan was trying to manipulate me, wasn't he? The thought settled like a cold stone in her stomach. 🚘
Just then, Hasan emerged from the cinema and walked over, his demeanor casual, as if nothing were wrong.
"Baby, why did you run out like that, pushing me away? It was a great movie, there was still a bit left," he said lightly, dismissing the entire incident.
"Hasan... what you did made me uncomfortable. That's why I came out," she murmured, her voice low and troubled. 😨
"Oh, is that it? My love for you just overflowed all at once, that's all. Don't take it so seriously. Get in the car, I'll drop you home," he said, effortlessly reframing his aggression as passion.
Feeling confused and emotionally cornered, Anisa relented and got into the passenger seat. Hasan started the engine, the normalcy of the action a stark contrast to the violation still echoing in the quiet car. Two souls were descending into their own private hells that night, one drowning in liquor and jealous rage, the other trapped in a gilded cage with a man whose "love" felt more like possession with every passing moment. 🥲