"Forbidden Love"

Behlul knew it was forbidden to fall in love with Bihter, due to the fact that she was his uncle's bride.  Bihter was incredibly beautiful and irresistible to Behlul.  His uncle and Bihter's age difference was vast.  Though Bihter looked happy and content in her life, Behlul knew she wasn't.  She always appeared to be acting almost performing that she was happy, except when his uncle wasn't present.  In those times, she would show precisely how unhappy she was in her marriage to Behlul's uncle.  She would cry upon Behlul's shoulder, also discussing how displeased she was with her relations with his uncle.

Behlul felt close to Bihter.  He had become her friend and confidante.  She would often open up her feeling to him about her depression.  In fact, once she had threatened to commit suicide, if she had to continue in her affairs with his uncle.  After some time, Behlul and Bihter began to become much closer.  He wanted to protect her, he wanted to see her mesmerizing smile that she so rarely shown.  As their friendship grew stronger, Behlul began to have immense feelings for Bihter.  Guilt, plagued his soul, due to the fact that he was falling in love with his uncle's bride.

How can one hide feelings like that?  Behlul struggled with that everyday.  Just to watch Bihter's unhappiness grow in intensity, broke his heart.  He had to hold his feelings at bay.  He was indeed in love with Bihter.  Just a glance between them, sent his heart into a frenzy.  His love for her, grew stronger every minute.  Seeing her, was the very thing he looked forward to each morning when he arose from his bed.  Behlul would often lay upon his back, fixated upon the ceiling with his eyes, his heart full of Bihter.  He would often fantasize a life with Bihter.  Although forbidden, Behlul found it harder and harder each day, to hide the love he had for Bihter.

Some time had passed before his uncle began to suspect Behlul's attention upon his wife.  Their relationship was becoming different.  Behlul felt tension between the both of them, becoming greater each and every passing day.  Although, his uncle never confronted Behlul, it was more than obvious that he wanted to speak with his nephew about it.  The subject was taboo, just as Behlul's feelings for Bihter. Behlul tried to ignore his feelings.  However, how can one turn off what the heart desires?  It was proving to become more impossible.

To just have the touch of her hand; the scent of her dark tresses, inhaling her essence, was his wish.  One intense glance of passion between them, to taste her soft and tender lips upon his, was always in his thoughts.  Bihter was radiant in her beauty, the way her skirt would sway as she elegantly walked through the mansion, always caught Behlul's eyes.  To him, Bihter was flawless.  She was in his every thought.  She was the true owner of his heart.

One evening he dreamed of her.  He could smell a delicate scent of Jasmine and Honeysuckle.  It was as if she were there with him.  When he awoke, he was alone in his bed chambers, the scent of her still lingering about the room.   Bihter was nowhere in his presence.  He sighed, as he rolled over onto his side.  His heart and mind full of her.  What could he do but dream of her?  

Behlul felt as helpless as an infant.  He knew his uncle would never let Bihter go.  Would he have to force himself to fall out of love with her?  The only way he would ever; be ever, to do that, would be to take another into his heart.  Behlul knew even a replacement would never extinguish the flames that burned in his heart for Bihter.  Never....