In the morning, Ziya was the one who woke up first. She yawned and slowly
opened her eyes, glancing at Zaid lying so close to her. She touched Zaid's nose lightly, causing him to scrunch it in his sleep. Ziya giggled cutely.
She observed Zaid's hands gripping her tightly and then pouted, muttering softly, "- Why does this monkey always hold me so tight, like I will run away?"
With mischievous intent, she got close to Zaid's face, opened her mouth, and playfully bit his nose, causing him to quickly open his eyes in shock.
"What the heck..." Zaid exclaimed, staring at Ziya who was biting his nose.
Ziya quickly withdrew, gasping, "Did you just curse? You know it's bad; you'll go to hell if you say bad words."
Rubbing his nose, which was now a bit sore from Ziya's sharp teeth, Zaid retorted, "Who said it? You?"
"Butler uncle," Ziya replied cutely.
Zaid laughed and then said loudly while pulling Ziya closer to his chest, "Then I will take you with me to hell."
"No, no, no! I will not go with you; I don't want to get fried in oil!" Ziya protested, shaking her head rapidly with a crying face.
Zaid looked at the girl in his arms, her doe eyes sparkling with tears, her lips forming an unknowing pout. He kissed her pout affectionately.
"Then I will kidnap you and take you with me," he said playfully but with a hint of darkness.
Ziya shivered, looking at Zaid, who was laughing at her reaction. She bumped her head on Zaid's chin, making him stop laughing.
"Ow... you know, it hurts," he said, rubbing his chin.
Ziya laughed, teasing, "You deserve it."
Zaid looked at her with a loving gaze, saying seriously, "I was not joking, Ziya."
Ziya stopped laughing and glanced at Zaid, who looked serious. Trying to change the subject, she said quickly, "Let's get ready; we have to go shopping, right?" and swiftly got out of Zaid's arms, running towards the bathroom and locking the door behind her.
Zaid looked at the bathroom door darkly. "You can't run away from me, Ziya, even after death," he said darkly, getting up from the bed and heading towards his room to get ready.
Ziya stood before the mirror, breathing heavily. Zaid's stare had made her nervous; everything was happening too fast, especially after Zaid proposed to her for marriage. She had noticed some changes in Zaid's nature, something she couldn't quite explain. His eyes seemed more dominating, darker, and more powerful, which started to make Ziya scared.
Shaking her head, she tried to reassure herself, "Be positive, Ziya; everything is going well. You understand what love is now, as butler uncle said. You feel everything with Zaid, so stop thinking about the bad."
With that, she began to get ready.
Once the bath was done, she dried her body and wore a yellow silk shirt with black wide pants. She dried her hair and got out from the washroom.
Once everything was done, she got outside just to see an empty resort. And sighed; the hotel was beautiful for sure. Ziya looked towards every to see if Zaid was there; she waited for a few seconds. And after a few minutes, there stood Zaid looking handsome as always, in a casual white t-shirt and black pants.
Zaid: "Let's go," he said softly.
Ziya hummed and started to follow Zaid. Zaid stopped on his way; Ziya came towards him. Zaid gave his hand to Ziya, who understood and gave her hand to Zaid with a sigh. Zaid drove the car while Ziya sat in the passenger's seat beside Zaid, who was still holding Ziya's hand while kissing the back of her hand from time to time, making Ziya blush.
Once they reached the shop, Zaid took Ziya's hand and got inside. As always, there was no one. Zaid started to look at every dress by himself for Ziya, and Ziya also helped him. Zaid took out at least ten dresses and looked at Ziya.
Zaid: "Take them and show me one by one," Ziya took all dresses and got inside the changing room while Zaid got seated onto the sofa. The dressing room was large. Ziya put all the dresses onto a shelf. Ziya looked into the mirror and sighed.
Ziya: "Let's get it," with this, she grabbed one dress and changed it.
First dress: The first dress was a light pink satin wedding dress with white net embroidery. Ziya knew Zaid's choice was good, but it would be unimaginable if it fitted her perfectly. The pale neck of Ziya was peeking through the collar, making it look sexier. The outfit made Ziya sexy and cute at the same time. Ziya walked outside; Zaid was sitting on the sofa holding a magazine. Zaid looked towards Ziya from up to down.
Zaid: "COME NEAR ME," he said in his deep and cold voice. Ziya shivered at Zaid's deep voice. Zaid was looking at Ziya with a deep gaze. Ziya took baby steps towards Zaid and stood in front of him. Zaid stood up. Ziya looked down in submission; Zaid's deep gaze was making her nervous. Zaid got near Ziya's ear and spoke.
"You look beautiful, baby," he whispered. Zaid licked Ziya's neck, which was asking Zaid to suck it hardly in Zaid's thought. Zaid too Ziya's neck flesh into his mouth while biting and sucking hardly. Ziya whimpered at the strong bite.
Zaid groaned and pulled Ziya by her hair, making her neck more exposed. Ziya screamed in pain as the pull was harsh, but Zaid was not minding anything. Finally, Zaid left Ziya. Ziya's eyes were filled with tears. Zaid looked at the one tear which was going down to Ziya's chin. Zaid took out his tongue and licked it; Ziya closed her eyes. Zaid was looking at Ziya's every expression.
Zaid: "Next dress, Ziya, go now," he said sternly and loudly. Ziya nodded her head and left. Ziya looked at the mirror in front, and then her neck; there was a huge mark which was so big and red. Damn, it was hurting. Ziya sighed and took out the next dress. The dress was black but cropped from the belly and attached from the back, making Ziya's belly exposed. Ziya shivered at the thought; what Zaid would do to her. And finally got out.
Zaid, once again, was seated on the sofa. Ziya walked near him, as she knew Zaid would ask him. Zaid's gaze was just on Ziya's tiny waist. How Ziya was breathing heavily, how her stomach was going in and out. Zaid grabbed her waist harshly near his face and first kissed it softly, and then harshly sucked it. Zaid put his tongue in Ziya's belly button and sucked. Ziya moaned.
Zaid: "Fuck, Ziya, you look too good to be true," he said loudly while sucking her belly. Zaid's grip on Ziya was harsh; Ziya knew she would leave with marks. As Zaid pulled out, Ziya just sighed and spoke.
Ziya: "Zaid, let's just keep it a surprise, our wedding dress, can we?" she said softly. Zaid thought for a second and pulled Ziya in a passionate kiss. Zaid grabbed Ziya's nape near him and pulled out from a kiss.
Zaid: "If you are asking it for a surprise, I am okay. But if you are asking it from running away from me, get inside it your head THAT YOU CAN NEVER RUN AWAY FROM ME, ZIYA." With that, he left Ziya.
Ziya: "Hmm," she said in a slow voice. Ziya got inside the dressing room while bringing every dress outside and put it on the sofa. Ziya looked around for finding a good wedding dress. And then her eyes caught something. Zaid looked towards Ziya, whose eyes were sparkling; he arched his eyebrow. Ziya ignored Zaid and got near that dress and showed it to Zaid, who nodded in approval while smiling. And that's how they selected their wedding dress.