Emir POV
Elysium Art Residence Bomonti- RM.113
Lying on my bed with arms spread wide, eyes fixed on the ceiling, I couldn’t stop thinking about how Nurin had stonewalled me. I don’t know what it is—I've never been so drawn to a woman like this before. Sure, I admit I’m a bit of a ladies’ man. I date often, but I don’t sleep around. Most of the women I meet expect more, but the moment things start to get serious, I walk away. I break hearts before they get the chance to break mine.
I remember my father once saying, “A nagging woman is more unbearable than a cheating one. At least with the latter, you can sleep in peace.” That idea stuck with me. I’ve avoided talkative women ever since. I’ve always been drawn to tall, curvy, seductive types—whether they’re highly successful or just getting by, status has never mattered to me.
But Nurin—she’s different. She’s not what I expected. What drives me crazy is that she’s making me think about her... and none of it is lust. That’s new to me. I actually want to get to know her, to understand her.
I sat up on the edge of the bed, reached for the phone, and without fully knowing why, I called the front desk. The same receptionist I’d spoken with earlier answered, “Hello, Elysium Art Residence Bomonti Reception. How may I help you?”
“Yes, this is Mr. Emir Dogan from Room 113. I’d like to extend my stay.”
“How long would you like to extend for?”
“Let’s say… two or three weeks.”
“Of course, as long as your friend Ayaz keeps his promise,” she replied with a chuckle.
“He will,” I assured her. “Also, can I reserve a table for two at the hotel restaurant tonight at 7:00 p.m., under my name?”
There was a pause as she worked on the computer. After a few moments, she said, “Done. Is there anything else?”
“Yes. Could you order a bouquet of red roses and place it on the table? And I’d like to include a note.”
“Of course. What should the note say?”
“‘Nurin, my sincere apology for earlier. Can you forgive me? – Emir.’”
“Noted. Anything else, Sir?”
“No, thank you.”
Two hours passed as I lay on the bed, lost in thought. Then I realized I needed to find something to wear. Tonight’s dinner could be important. I rushed into the bathroom to shower and shave. Normally, I’d be done in fifteen minutes, but tonight I took forty. This wasn’t like me at all.
I opened my trolley bag, pulled it onto the bed, and began going through my clothes—never before have I felt this much excitement over a dinner. Thankfully, I had packed my sharp blue French Connection slim-fit linen tuxedo with matching trousers, a crisp white ASOS stretch slim-fit shirt with double cuffs, a bold Persian red necktie, and polished ASOS brown Oxford brogue shoes in tan leather.
I stood there, fully suited up, and caught myself thinking, I hope she’s impressed. But then I stopped myself. This isn’t about impressing her. I just want to say sorry. And that’s true—I’ve never gone out of my way for a girl. Usually, they’re the ones trying to impress me. I just have to show up.
Yet here I am, pacing back and forth in my room, nerves building as the dinner hour approaches.
I’m not the type to chase women—but what happened earlier felt new, raw, genuine… even nostalgic in a strange way. I wouldn’t call it obsession, but I do feel something strong for Nurin. And I know—it’s risky. It might even be considered haram, especially since she’s a practicing Muslim and clearly a respectable woman. Maybe it’s wrong for me to be around someone like her, but my heart says otherwise.
All I want is to get to know her better. And I promise—this time—I’ll be a gentleman.
 Being a gentleman comes pretty naturally to me—despite being a bit of a playboy and admittedly stubborn, I can still manage it when I want to. Though honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I acted decent, apart from being respectful to my mom. That’s about it. Thankfully, with Ayaz around, things always feel more manageable.
Right now, pacing back and forth has my mind spinning. My heart is racing, and it feels like I’m on the verge of throwing up or choking. It’s a completely new feeling—but I know I’ll get through it. I’m confident this won’t end in heartbreak. After all, I’ve always been a big shot—a natural charmer. People notice me wherever I go.
I’ve never been the one to get heartbroken—if anything, I’ve been the heartbreaker. I’ve always found a woman’s vulnerability boring. That kind of emotional mess? It doesn’t interest me. Boredom is the real killer, so I played the game. I played with their feelings.
But this girl… she’s different. She doesn’t fit into the same category. And that’s exactly why I need to meet her again—to figure out what it is about her that stands apart from the rest.