(Zehra POV)
I once read a beautiful book. In that book, the main male lead beat up a man who tried to get his woman. He was possessive and called her ‘my woman’.
I guess I was around 13 years old. That book was trending. The romantic dates, being in each other’s company, calling sweet names, and sacrificing their life for the other.
The girls around me would discuss it, and I would excitedly participate.
“What kind of cliché are you talking about?” Killian didn’t even hesitate to slap me with his reality. I had only asked him to go on a date with me, to go and ride the Ferris wheel and when we reach the top, we will kiss our true love kiss. My ex-fiancé laughed and made fun of me. My mother-in-law came to know about this and looked at me in disappointment.
At that exact moment my he
