Between Shadows and Longings"
Baris savored a cup of coffee with his grandpa as the stylist made her entrance. The lady was promptly directed to Joy's room. After a few minutes, a piercing scream echoed through the air. Baris, endowed with the keen hearing acquired during his underworld training, immediately leaped up and rushed towards Joy's room. Thoughts of potential self-harm crossed his mind, yet a deeper hope lingered that Joy remained unharmed.
Upon entering the room, his attention was captivated by the bathroom scene—an amalgamation of fear and amazement. Joy lay in the bathtub, her head resting on the edge, hands gracefully spread, immersed in cold water, appearing in a deep slumber like a lifeless figure. Tall and truly chocolate, her beautiful face and slender legs caught Baris's gaze. However, the realization that her body turned grey due to prolonged soaking urged him into action.
Baris gently lifted Joy's body from the water, cradling her like a princess. The stylist, covering her with a towel, received Baris's instructions to handle Joy with utmost gentleness. Though Baris found his own behavior peculiar, he dismissed those thoughts. Placing her on the bed, he covered her with a duvet, added another layer from a cabinet, and instructed the stylist to turn on the heater. "She will be fine. Let her rest for a while, then wake her up and start the process. Do not let her catch cold," he reassured.
Relieved, Baris left the room, excusing himself from joining his grandpa for coffee. After informing his grandpa that he needed to prepare for the impending marriage appointment, he found himself unable to focus on anything else. His mind and sight were consumed entirely by the image of Joy—truly attractive, her beautiful body etched into his thoughts. The memory of her smooth skin lingered, and he couldn't help but pace back and forth in his room, his entire being burning with a longing for Joy.
Deciding to smoke a bit more in an attempt to escape the tormenting thoughts, Baris wished he hadn't witnessed the earlier scene. He hoped that his touch on her bare skin wouldn't leave an indelible mark on his consciousness.
Resolving to take a shower and prepare for the impending marriage, Baris, more determined than ever, donned a short and a vest. After a lengthy shower, he went to the balcony to dry off while smoking. Just as he managed to free himself from the tormenting imagination of Joy, she appeared before him in person, adorned in just a bathrobe, and he was certain she wore nothing beneath. A self-assured smile graced his lips as he strode toward her.
However, the revelation that she wasn't interested in him, even after he saved her, left Baris questioning his own charms and beauty that attracted every female he encountered. Joy's resistance perplexed him. As Joy spoke, Baris couldn't help but imagine her naked body, her bare skin, and the soft touch he longed for. Moving closer, sensing her tension, he battled with his sanity, resisting the urge to pull her into his embrace. Wondering if she'd reciprocate, he fought an internal war, clenching his fists to resist the pull.
In a last-ditch effort to distance her, Baris, his voice shaking, ordered her to leave. As she ran down the stairs, he followed, watching her every step, yearning for a chance to hug or kiss her. Conflicted, he hesitated, torn between hurting her, as he was accustomed to, and wanting her to reciprocate his feelings. The struggle within Baris intensified, a storm of emotions clashing with the newfound connection Joy had unwittingly awakened in him.
As Joy spoke, Baris battled his own conflicting desires, imagining her bare form, her tender touch. Moving closer, he sensed her tension, tempted to draw her into an embrace, to taste her scarlet lips. Conflicted, he pondered the repercussions and his own ability to resist. With her still staring at him like a statue, he managed to utter a word, "Go," as she hurried down the stairs, leaving him torn between the urge to hold and the reluctance to hurt. Despite his past actions, a peculiar reluctance surfaced, a desire for Joy to reciprocate his feelings without resorting to his usual methods.
He wanted her to feel the same way , but how? Hurting women is what he does best. If he wanted to sleep with a certain lady, all he needed was to appear in front of her , and most of the time the ladies were the ones doing the seduction work and he would play dump and easily lure them to his house when they get inn he usually turned like a demon. Become dominant. He would tie a lady with ropes or chains flog them then f**k them hard and make sure they feel nothing but pain and he would do that repeatedly for the whole night and when the morning comes the lady's only wish will be disappearing from that sight. . So he will unchain them and let them go. Most of the time they never came back. This gave him pleasure. He would do this with most prestigious ladies, from big business owners, daughters of rich people and sometimes married women. He never cared. The reason why he got through with his actions is because he did not seduce them , they seduced him and he played dump. No married woman will go out reporting him no beautiful lady will go reporting him because by doing so , they will end up destroying their image for being whores , by seducing the most rich and handsome hair of the Coj. All this was fun to him and he wanted to live like that but not with joy.