Life is a Journey : YAGHAZ

Part 25

NOTE : The much awaited part is here. i have tried my best to be decent yet daring. Hope it is to your expectation.

WARNING : if you are not interested in reading such stuff please miss this part and read from next one.

PLEASE VOTE and COMMENT.

Hazan felt her head was too heavy and she cant open her eyes to the glaring sunlight. She squinted and rubbed her eyes to somehow open it. Her head was banging with thousand hammers in it.She somehow sat up and the comforter slipped from her body and the cold air came as a shock on her body. She realised her nakedness and gathered the sheet close to herself. She was just in her undergarments. She looked around and found no sign of Yagiz.

She wiped off the water from her face and looked at her naked body clad only in black undergarments from yesterday and the green pendant. She pressed her head to ease the banging of her head and something caught her attention. She pressed herself closer to the mirror and looked at the love marks left on her neck and shoulder. She touched it lightly and pressed on her memory to put in sequence the little she remembered. Her faint memory just remembered her getting off the dress and a few kisses here and there. She went out to search for her dress but couldnt find anything but his white shirt lying on the floor. She helped herself into it. She pressed her thumb on her lips and tapped her foot in anxiety.

# How are you going to step down. I dnt know what I did last night. I kissed him that I remember but what did I tell him. I cant even ask him. How did I get drunk? He will tell me that. But how do I go down in his shirt. where is he? Come on Hazan you will face him. #

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She saw her dress thrown on the floor and collected it carefully in her arms. She stroked the crush on the dress and then picked up her pumps. When she saw Yagiz is even not there she left a sigh of relief and marched towards the room for a shower. Her stride was broken when he came out of the kitchen obstructing her way. She looked at his dishevelled hair and face and then his bare chest. She didnt dare to look further. He offered her a glass of water and a medicine. It will help ease off the headache.

She looked at her hands they were full. She gathered the dress closer as she didnt want to show him her exposed thighs which his shirt could barely hide. Looking at him was also not helping as he was wearing only his shorts.

He offered his hand to take her dress.

I wont need your help. She said hurriedly.

Give me the dress and take the medicine. He insisted.

That's my dress and I will handle it. She took a step back.

It is yours. Then dnt give me. Give me back what is mine. He said in a soft and serious tone.

Hazan looked at him with suspicion and asked. What?

He smirked. My shirt. That shirt you are wearing is mine.

Hazan took quick steps backwards and Yagiz closed in on her.

You are kidding.

Im not. Give back my shirt.