Eivan lifted her chin gently, forcing her to look at him. His gaze held an intensity that spoke of longing, of a love so deep it hurt.

"Inayat..." His voice was low, but every word carried an undeniable emotion.

Inayat remained silent, her lashes fluttering down in quiet submission.

Eivan leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered,

"There are no doors now, no barriers… just you and me."

His fingers trailed lightly down her arms, igniting a shiver along her spine. Her breathing quickened.

"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment," he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead in a slow, lingering kiss.

A faint smile played on Inayat’s lips, but her eyes held a mix of shyness, yearning, and an unspoken acceptance.

Eivan tucked her hair behind her ear, his touch sending a soft tremor through her body. He pulled her closer, his grip firm yet gentle.

"Tonight… belongs to you," he whispered.

Her breath hitched as his lips trailed from her cheeks to her neck, each touch igniting a fire that she could no longer suppress. Her fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt as if holding onto the last thread of restraint she had left.

Eivan sensed her surrender, his hand caressing her waist before lifting her effortlessly onto the bed.

"Let me get lost in you," Inayat breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eivan's lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes dark with a passion that was impossible to resist. His hands tightened around her, and soon, the night wrapped them in its intimate embrace.

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The room was bathed in soft moonlight filtering through the curtains. Inayat lay in Eivan’s arms, her body trembling ever so slightly. Her breathing was uneven, as though she was lost in deep thoughts that refused to let her go.

Eivan pulled her closer, his lips grazing her cheek.

"Inayat…" His voice was low, laced with tenderness and mischief. "Now you’re mine. Why so quiet?"

She blinked slowly, her delicate fingers resting on his chest. But before she could respond, Eivan tilted her chin up, locking his gaze onto hers.

"Tell me… why were you running from me?" His voice held a hint of concern.

A sharp pang of fear flickered in Inayat’s eyes. Her breath hitched, her body tensing as she tried to pull away.

"N-no… d-don’t ask," she stammered, her voice trembling.

Eivan’s grip on her waist tightened.

"Inayat, look into my eyes," he commanded gently.

But her eyes were clouded with something deeper… something darker. Her fingers trembled, her breath came in shallow gasps.

"Let me go!" she whispered, her voice laced with panic.

Eivan was taken aback. He had never seen her like this before.

"Inayat, what’s wrong?"

"N-nothing," she murmured, trying to steady herself. But the tremor in her hands betrayed her words.

Eivan pulled her into his embrace, his warmth enveloping her.

"Calm down…" he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing circles on her back.

Yet, even as her body relaxed against his, the storm in her heart raged on.

Eivan cupped her face, his eyes searching hers.

"You’re hiding something from me, Inayat."

Tears welled up in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but hesitated, her lips quivering.

"Eivan, I…"

Before she could say more, Eivan wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Shh… don’t say anything until you’re ready. I won’t force you," he reassured her. His fingers stroked her back, a silent promise that she was safe with him.

Inayat closed her eyes, allowing herself to find solace in his touch.

But the question had already taken root in Eivan’s mind.

What was Inayat so afraid of?

What secret was she hiding?

Would Eivan uncover the truth, or would Inayat bury it deeper within herself?