EXT. YACHT DECK – MORNING
The vast white yacht is in the middle of the ocean, the morning freshness descending with the breeze.
Silence all around, only the sound of waves.
Aliyah stands at the edge of the deck.
Her long hair flies in the wind, glittering in the sunlight.
Peace in her eyes, determination on her face.
Her face, lightly kissed by the sun, seems enchanting.
She closes her eyes and slowly breathes, savoring the taste of a new life.
Viktor comes from behind.
He stands silently beside Aliyah.
Both look out at the sea for a while—
No words, no complaints, just being together.
In a moment, Aliyah slowly turns towards Viktor.
Viktor moves closer to her.
No words are needed.
They both embrace each other.
Viktor (in Aliyah's ear):
"Even when you stand silent... I hear everything inside."
Aliyah:
"I survive by your touch... I don't want to get lost again."
The scene of their embrace, the sea behind them, the soft sky above.
A dawn, a promise, a silent love—
where the battle hasn't ceased, but some moments remain peaceful.
The sun is now a little higher above the sea.
Its light falls on them.
Aliyah and Viktor are embracing each other.
But just then—
All of Viktor's inner barriers seem to break.
He embraces Aliyah even more deeply, as if the fear of losing her has suddenly struck.
Aliyah's eyes are surprised, but she doesn't resist.
Viktor slowly kisses her lips—like a deep, silent promise.
But it no longer remains just a kiss.
His lips touch every corner of Aliyah's lips—
Slowly, slowly, with a perfect touch.
A silent, emotional dialogue, where it is said—
"I'm still here. I still want.
You, exactly as you are."
Aliyah's hand comes up to Viktor's neck.
Her eyes close.
Her breathing becomes a little heavier.
In this moment, they feel nothing outside of each other.
The sea, time, any battle—all seem to be behind them.
When Viktor's lips leave Aliyah's lips and move to the corner of her cheek, near her neck—Aliyah trembles lightly.
But that too is part of the emotion.
A soft defeat after a war—to love.
Aliyah:
"You know, this breaks me..."
Viktor (with fire and tenderness in his eyes):
"I don't want to break you... I want to put you back together. Every time."
Scene in progress:
Viktor and Aliyah are embracing each other with deep emotion, a silent kiss on their lips, Aliyah's long hair flying in the wind...
The blue of the sea, the golden glow of the sun, and their silent touch have made everything around them stop.
Just then...
📣 "Mommy!"
📣 "Mommy! What are you doing?!"
Two small feet run towards the deck.
A girl, a boy—ages 6-7, in pajamas, sleepy but bright with curiosity.
Aliyah opens her eyes.
In a second, the color of her face changes—blushing red!
She suddenly pushes Viktor away.
She quickly adjusts her hair.
She clutches the opening of her robe.
🎤 Aliyah (in a muffled voice, a soul's plea):
"Ah... everything's ruined... 😳"
Viktor says with a mischievous smile, whispering:
"Your kids know good timing..."
Boy winks:
"Mommy's blushing!"
Girl laughs loudly:
"We saw everything!"
Aliyah (with a stern face):
"Quiet! Wait—who told you to come to the deck this early in the morning?!"
Camera zooms out from a distance—
Aliyah is scolding the two children, but there's a smile in her eyes.
Viktor stands behind, arms crossed—enjoying everything with a laugh.
Immediate moment before the scene:
Aliyah is hiding in embarrassment, the children are teasing, and Viktor is enjoying it from a distance.
Aliyah (trying to suppress a laugh):
"Okay, tell me... where are the other two?"
The girl answers:
"They're playing! In the cabin downstairs. Someone was painting in the kitchen, you know!"
Aliyah frowns, in a dramatic tone:
"Oh, so everyone's run away from Mommy, huh?"
Then she stands up straight, spreading both arms:
"Go, go now! Go... give Mommy a hug! 😘"
They run towards her:
One hugs her neck, the other kisses her cheek.
Aliyah closes her eyes and takes in the love in one breath—a moment that brings a little peace to her battle-weary heart.
Viktor laughs and says:
"Should I get in line too?" 😉
Aliyah narrows her eyes:
"You've already finished your quota..."
Viktor:
"But my heart isn't full!"
The party lights glittered, the music played very softly, but Aliyah's mind was completely restless. Suddenly, Margareta stood in front of her, a strange smile on the corner of her lips.
"Come on, to the VIP room," she said, but Aliyah immediately challenged back.
"Let me go!" There was less fear in Aliyah's voice, more determination.
Margareta laughed, but it was a very flat laugh. Suddenly, she took off her shirt and pushed Aliyah against the wall. Aliyah's body was pinned there, unable to move. Margareta slowly kissed Aliyah on the cheek. There was no fear in Aliyah's eyes—only a fierce, burning anger.
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Margareta suddenly softly kissed Aliyah's neck. Aliyah was startled, her eyes filled with tears. Standing above, Aliyah's face met her reflection in the mirror—the scene became more personal, more intimate.
Tears streamed uncontrollably from Aliyah's eyes, her voice trembling. Margareta held Aliyah's hand, whispering, "Shhh... I'm here."
Aliyah tried to regain her strength while crying. Margareta slowly took a breath, feeling Aliyah's pain and vulnerability, and the moment seemed to deepen as if time itself stood still.
Margareta began to dance, holding Aliyah by the waist. Tears in Aliyah's eyes, her voice trembling—but she couldn't say anything.
"Come on..." Margareta whispered, her smile very mysterious. Aliyah tried to regain her strength while crying, but Margareta's touch and influence were so profound that the moment intensified further.
Margareta held Aliyah's hand, a mysterious smile in her eyes. Aliyah slowly quieted from her crying, but her heart was still pounding rapidly.
Margareta said, "Relax... I'm here."
Aliyah's mind was caught in a conflict—fear, shame, and a bit of unexpected peace all at once.
Immediately, Margareta continued dancing, holding her by the waist, Aliyah's body's reactions became even clearer. Aliyah tried to stop crying, but emotion and physical tension combined to make the moment even more intense.SCENE CUT]
3 days later, Aliyah remains silent, speaking to no one. If she reads a book, she touches her head in a strange way. Even when her children call her "Mom," she just sits silently. One day, Aliyah is sitting on the sofa in her house. Viktor is beside her—a cold, deep gaze in his eyes.
Viktor knows everything about Aliyah's relationship with Margareta. Her silence feels incredibly heavy. Aliyah's hands are trembling restlessly, her eyes still bearing the marks of recent events.
"Are you okay?" Viktor's voice is soft, yet as deep and pressured as a mirror.
Aliyah stares silently, her mind in conflict—fear, shame, and a bit of hidden trust towards Viktor.
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Viktor approaches, a wave of thoughts in his eyes. There's a slight tremor in his voice, "It's been a long time since... we've been intimate."
Aliyah stares silently, her mind as restless as dawn. Tears well in her eyes, her body trembling. She slowly ties a red cloth over her eyes and looks at Viktor—a mixture of uncontrolled emotion and trust.
A strange intensity is in Viktor's eyes. He sees Aliyah's red cloth-covered eyes and silently smiles, as if the moment has paused the entire world.
Aliyah's voice is trembling, her eyes wet with tears. "I... I don't quite want to..." she whispers, but she cannot stop looking at Viktor.
Viktor comes closer to Aliyah, placing one hand on her waist. "I'm here... and everything will be alright," he whispers, fear, shame, and trust—all combining to deepen the moment.
Aliyah's body trembles, but she feels a strange sense of security. Her crying slowly subsides, and her heart steadies a little in Viktor's presence.
Aliyah whispered, eyes closed, her voice trembling:
"Viktor... gently... are you...?"
Viktor's eyes show slight concern, and a touch of tenderness. He pauses, looking at Aliyah even more softly:
"Alright... I will be slow," he said, moving his hand from Aliyah's waist to hold her gently, as if ensuring the moment was safe for her too.
Aliyah slowly opened her eyes, the trembling in her body lessened, but a mix of intense excitement and security remained in her heart.
Viktor slowly handed Aliyah a red belt—not a threat, but rather to draw her gaze and hold her attention.
Aliyah opened her eyes, slightly surprised but feeling a bit curious. Viktor's soft smile and firm gaze made the moment even more exciting and emotionally charged.Alia wore a black dress to the party that evening.
Margareta approached with a playful smile, gently placing her hands on Alia's waist and adjusting her hair.
"Are you planning to get another tattoo on your back?" she asked, laughing.
Alia, slightly confused, smiled and replied,
"It's not a tattoo, it's just a sticker. I didn't get a tattoo."
Margareta slowly took Alia's hand and pulled her close, her eyes glinting mischievously:
"Come on, let's dance. I want to see how you move with the rhythm."
Alia's heart skipped a beat—excitement mixed with a hint of shyness. At first, she hesitated, but Margareta's firm hold and warm gaze reassured her.
The music began. Alia's steps were slightly offbeat at first, but Margareta gradually matched her rhythm.
As Margareta's hands touched her waist, every movement Alia made became more alive. A subtle blush rose on Alia's cheeks, and her heart raced with a strange excitement she had never felt before.
Victor watched from a distance, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of feelings—slight jealousy and admiration intertwined.
Alia let herself be completely carried away in the moment, held by Margareta's hands, moving to the music.
Margareta laughed softly,
"See? Even a little bit of joy can give so much strength."
Alia's trembling gradually subsided, yet her heart still throbbed with a mix of excitement and security. That night—the dancing, the lights, the touch—everything combined into an unforgettable intimate memory.
Suddenly, Margareta lifted Alia slightly, holding her close as she spun her gracefully across the dance floor.
Alia's eyes widened, her body stiff at first—it felt like she was dancing on a joystick.
"You… you can handle this?" Alia asked, surprised but smiling lightly.
Margareta chuckled softly, her voice gentle,
"Not just the joystick, I'll show you a little more fun."
Alia's tension slowly melted away. Margareta's safe touch, combined with the rhythm of the music, drew her completely into the moment.
With each spin and step, Alia's eyes reflected a subtle blush and her heart raced with a new kind of exhilaration she had never experienced before.
Victor continued to watch from afar, his emotions a mix of jealousy, admiration, and a touch of astonishment.
Alia slowly realized that this dance was not just about fun—it was a moment of intimate connection as well.
Margareta held Alia close, spinning and moving to the music, while Alia's cheeks flushed and her heart thumped.
Victor's gaze darkened slightly with jealousy—he knew Alia was enjoying a playful moment with someone else, and a part of him wanted to shout.
Memories of past moments shimmered in Victor's mind—how Alia had enjoyed the private jet rides, how they had skated together. He smiled faintly at the recollection, yet his eyes betrayed a mixture of envy and intensity.
His feelings for Alia grew stronger; he realized how precious even these small, playful moments were to him.
Through Victor's eyes, Alia's joy and intimacy with Margareta became uniquely visible—emotions reflected only for him.