He went inside, and as soon as he entered, I waited for him to come out. When he did, he beckoned me with his hand and said, "Don't hesitate, come inside. You'll be pleased to see this." I took his hand and followed him.
As I stepped inside, it felt like my whole world had changed. I was amazed by everything around me. I didn't want to appear foolish in front of him, but the truth was undeniable — this was my room. He had brought me to my own room. I looked at him in surprise and said, "This is my room." He smiled and said, "Yes, this is your room, but it belongs to your world too."
I stared in wonder, still trying to comprehend. He said, "You have spent several days in my world; your mother has been worried." He smiled again and explained, "Three hours in your world equal three days here, so you've only been here for two days — barely a couple of hours in your world."
I looked at him, amazed yet relieved, thinking my mother wouldn't be waiting anxiously for me. I ran downstairs, but my mother wasn't there.
I returned and said, "Thank you, Hapil." He smiled and pulled a ring from his pocket, holding it out to me. It was a beautiful, champagne-colored ring with a large diamond on top. I stared at it.
As he was leaving, I asked, "Will we meet again? Should I come back to your world?" He smiled and walked away, passing through a door — it was my wardrobe door. I stood there, stunned.
Then it hit me — if I had crossed into a different world, was it so strange to trust a person I barely knew?
Soon, my mother came back home. I ran to her, and she looked at me, surprised I had returned so quickly.
That night, I couldn't sleep. I still sensed his scent lingering near me, as if he were close to my breath, close to my heart. I placed my hand over my chest, where I wore the ring. Suddenly, I whispered his name softly — "Kapil" — and the ring began to glow.
The ring shimmered mysteriously. How could it glow? Suddenly, he appeared before me and said, "Did you call me, Ada?"
I was startled. "Kapil, how is this possible?" I asked.
He smiled warmly and said, "You remembered me."
I was happy to see him and wanted to embrace him, but before I could, he came close and hugged me tightly. His scent filled me, and my desire for him grew stronger. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, and then he kissed me, whispering, "My Lady, my Lady." That name felt made just for me.
When he called me "My Lady," my heart melted. He kissed my lips softly, breathing into me like a new life was entering my soul. His hands moved gently, driving me wild. The scent of him surrounded me, making everything else disappear.
He kissed my neck, my lips again. It felt like heaven on earth.
He slowly removed my clothes. I lay before him, vulnerable, while he loved me with every part of himself. His breath mingled with mine, as if he was becoming one with me.
Suddenly, my eyes snapped open — it had all been a dream. I touched my head and thought, "Have I gone mad?"
I went downstairs to eat breakfast with my mother. Though the memory lingered, I knew I had to return to where my belongings were.
I booked a taxi and went straight to my car. It was still parked there. I started loading my things inside. As I looked back at the gorge nearby, I wished I could return and be with him again. But it was impossible.
I sat near the gorge and shouted, "Kapil, I have fallen in love with you!"
A voice came from behind, "Is that true or a lie?"
I turned to see Mr. Trey smiling at me. I ran to him and embraced him.
I pressed against his chest without caring what he might think. He said, "One night isn't enough for love."
I looked at him in surprise. Was this a dream? Was this real?
He kissed me deeply and asked, "Would you like to go to heaven with me?"
He took my hand and led me behind the stones — the very place where he often went. As we approached, I realized it was his room in the palace.
He sat me down and said, "It's been a long time since I last saw you."
I looked at him with wonder. Twenty-four hours had passed here. His eyes held a kind of intoxication.
He kissed my neck, placed his hand on my chest, and said, "Your heartbeat tells me how much you miss me."
Hearing that made me love him even more. Without thinking, I pressed my lips to his.
Suddenly, he laid me down on the bed and lay over me. I was lost, unable to comprehend. He looked like a madman, yet he was gentle.
He removed my clothes and kissed me all over. Our breaths mingled. It felt like the world had shrunk just for us.
He loved me with an intensity I had never known. Was it magic? Was it a trap? I did not know, but at that moment, he was like Mr. Grey.
He tied my arms to his chest and smiled, saying, "Even in this state, you're angry, my Lady."
Hearing him call me "My Lady" made me feel like I was made just for him.