Nazım

Berkant// cold and piercing

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B E R K A N T
[cold and piercing]

Nesrin stayed quiet several moments, confusion deepening further in her expression. Her eyes narrowed, and she said, "what?" her voice was barely audible. "What are you talking about?"

He didn't repeat the words, and instead closed his eyes again trying to wipe out her reaction. "No, no, I don't believe you," she said. He opened his eyes, wide. "Baba wouldn't do that. Not ever."

"He did!" he insisted. "How do you think we're able to pay for the house and everything? It was that money! Nesrin . . . he traded you over."

She looked pained and pressed her lips together, tightly till they turned white. He could see her fighting back the tears. "No he didn't," she mouthed with some sound coming out. "Baba would never do that."

"You don't believe me, do you."

He saw her fists ball tightly at her sides and they began to shake. "N-no, I d-don't want to! That's all you're telling me is a sick joke! A sick joke!"

Her legs buckled beneath her and he caught her by her arms before she could fall. Nazım saw a couple of tears escape and she bared her teeth, taking shallow breaths. "No, no, no," she repeated to herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, and more tears had come rolling down. "You're a liar."

"I'm--I'm not," he said, almost losing his balance on keeping her steady. "I wouldn't lie about something like this," he whispered. "I can't keep anything like this secret from you because you would've found out."

"How long did you know?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"A few days now," he muttered, and felt another slap across his face right where his father had struck him before.

"And you wouldn't even tell me? You were letting me live without knowing some idiot out there thought he could buy me?"

He avoided looking at her but he could feel Nesrin's gaze piercing through him. "I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry?" she snapped. "Sorry? Nazım, I'm this close to punching you in the fa-"

"--For doing what? Huh? Didn't I just tell you everything?"

"Don't you dare turn this on me," Nesrin said. "This involves me, this involves the fact that our father sold me--just threw me out like an old pair of shoes--"

"--I'm just as angry as you are!" he came to almost shouting and realized what he was doing. Nazım didn't want to attract any attention and lowered his voice, trying to calm himself down. Before his temper went out of control. He sighed. "I can't deny it. You're now supposed to marry Berkant-- but I still don't see his side of the whole bet. I don't know why he would accept."

Nesrin looked up at him. "What do we do then?"

Nazım stayed quiet and looked the other way. "We can negotiate, can't we?" she muttered. "A compromise . . . so there's no marriage. Anything else but that."

"Is he going to listen?"

Nesrin stood to lean against the wall. "I'm sure. If he doesn't. . . then. . . then--" she stared straight in his eyes and it chilled his spine just from seeing how angry she looked. "We'll make him listen, and we won't let him win."