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"Allah'm, I'm so tired," I complained as I gripped Muhammad's arm, resting my head on it. The journey from the airport to the hotel felt like it would never end, but I was excited. Finally, we arrived in Antalya, Turkey! It had been a long flight, and after spending a week in Hawaii, I was definitely feeling the exhaustion, but the thought of being in a new place kept my energy up.

Muhammad smiled warmly and wrapped his free arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll be at the hotel soon, and you're going to love it," he whispered, planting a sweet kiss on my cheek. His reassurances calmed me a bit, but the anticipation of the adventure ahead kept me awake.

I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as I realized we were finally here. Antalya had been on my travel bucket list for ages, and now I was about to experience it with Muhammad by my side.

As we pulled up to the hotel, I straightened up and tried to shake off the sleepiness. "Merhaba benim adım Emre," greeted a young man with a grin as he greeted us in Turkish.

I didn't understand a word of Maltese, but I replied in Turkish with a playful smile. "Nasılsın Emrecim?" I greeted him warmly, knowing full well Muhammad couldn't understand a word I was saying.

Muhammad rolled his eyes with a grin and playfully muttered, "Show off."

He had been the one impressing me with his knowledge of the Hawaiian language back in Hawaii, so I felt like I had earned this little moment of victory. But now, in my turf, I was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

Emre led us to our honeymoon villa, and I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the place. The whole area was so serene, with lush surroundings and views that seemed to stretch on forever. Once we reached the villa, Emre used a keycard to open the door and took our luggage inside.

I paused for a moment, simply soaking in the sight of the villa. "It's really beautiful," I said, turning to Muhammad with a bright smile.

"Yes, it is, but not as beautiful as you," he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. He always knew how to make me blush.

The villa was stunning, complete with a cozy living room, a spacious bathroom, a dining area, and a plush bedroom. As soon as Emre left, I collapsed onto the bed and let out a long, exaggerated sigh of relief. "What's up?" Muhammad asked, sitting beside me, concern in his voice.

I smiled up at him, my eyes gleaming with excitement. "The country is beautiful. It's always been my dream to visit here, and I can't wait to see the rest of the places," I said, barely containing my enthusiasm.

Muhammad chuckled at my eagerness. "Don't worry, we'll see everything either today or tomorrow," he said, mocking my tone as he sat up straight, knowing exactly what was coming next. I picked up a pillow and threw it at him, but, of course, he dodged it effortlessly.

He quickly jumped up and dashed away, clearly enjoying the playful game. I stood up and ran after him, determined to catch him. But in my haste, I slipped and landed directly on my backside with a loud thud. "Ow!" I cried out, clutching my ankle as I tried to get up.

Muhammad walked over quickly, his face etched with concern. "Layla, are you okay?" he asked, kneeling beside me.

"Do I look okay to you?" I asked through gritted teeth, clearly frustrated with myself.

He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh, clutching his stomach as he did. "You made me fall, and now you're laughing at me without even an apology?" I snapped, my voice laced with mock annoyance.

"Sorry, babe," he said, still chuckling, "but it was so funny."

I huffed and rubbed my ankle, trying to ignore the pain. Muhammad finally controlled his laughter and extended his hand toward me. "Come on, get up."

I shoved his hand away. "I don't need your help."

Muhammad shook his head, the smile still playing on his lips. "Come on, wifey," he said, his tone teasing.

"Save it," I muttered, but before I knew it, he scooped me up in his arms in a bridal carry. "Muhammad, let me down!" I protested, hitting his arm lightly.

"I know you're happy I carried you. Your heart is definitely melting right now," he teased, walking confidently toward the bedroom.

"Unbelievable!" I shot him a playful glare. "You are so pesky."

"And you love me," he said smugly, setting me down on the bed and examining my ankle carefully.

"You're lucky I'm not as mad as I look," I mumbled, feeling a little defeated. He applied a soothing gel to my ankle, massaging it gently as he muttered sweet words, his presence making me feel safe and cared for.

In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to have Muhammad with me on this journey. I'd always wanted to visit Turkey, and now that I was finally here in Antalya, I knew I was about to make some incredible memories with the person I loved most in the world.

***

I was feeling a bit overwhelmed as we arrived in Antalya, Turkey. The air smelled different here—salty from the Mediterranean Sea and warm, which felt comforting as we stepped out of the airport. This place already felt special, even before we started our adventure. I couldn't wait to see what the day had in store for us.

Muhammad stood beside me, his hand holding mine. I smiled at him, feeling so lucky. "So, where are we going?" I asked, spritzing some perfume on my neck before adjusting my blue dress, a simple yet elegant choice for the day.

"We're going to Karaalioglu Park first, and then we'll head to a few more places around the city." Muhammad replied while buttoning up his shirt. He looked so handsome, and I couldn't help but smile. "And later, we'll do some exploring by jet ski."

I looked at him, eyebrows raised. "What? Jet ski? Are you serious? You want me to die?" I blurted out, already imagining the chaos of crashing into the waves.

He chuckled and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Layla, trust me, it's going to be fun. Just hold on tight."

I wasn't so sure, but I couldn't resist his charm. Plus, I was curious about the adventure. I nodded, reluctantly agreeing as he started snapping some photos of me with his phone. He always knew how to make me smile.

We walked out of the hotel and found Emre, who greeted us warmly. "Merhabalar, Mr. and Mrs. Muhammad," he said with a hint of broken English, but he was always polite.

"Merhaba, Emre," we replied in unison.

We got in the car, and soon enough, we were heading toward Karaalioglu Park. It was such a beautiful place, lush with trees and flowers, and with the Mediterranean Sea as a backdrop—it was hard to believe a place like this even existed.

"Bu çok güzel!" I said, taking in the scenery. "This is so beautiful."

"I know," Muhammad agreed with a smile, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me. "It's a small place, but full of beauty." He had a soft spot for Turkey, and I couldn't blame him; it was in my blood, after all. My Turkish side felt alive here, and I was happy to share it with him.

After a relaxing stroll through the park, we made our way to the next stop on our itinerary—Sauvignon Restaurant. The food was delicious, just as I had expected. I couldn't help but chat with the waiter in Turkish, feeling at home even though we were far from Istanbul. It was a nice feeling, connecting with the locals in my mother tongue.

Next up, we headed to the Antalya Toy Museum. I could feel a sense of nostalgia as I walked through the museum, seeing toys from my childhood and older ones that Muhammad seemed to enjoy too. The history behind them was fascinating.

For lunch, we indulged in local dishes at Seraser Fine Dining Restaurant. I'm a sucker for good food, and let me tell you, this place didn't disappoint. We both enjoyed every bite, but I was so full afterward that I could barely move.

We weren't done yet, though. Muhammad and I went to explore the Old City Marina, which was so full of charm with its cobblestone streets and old buildings. As we walked along the marina, Muhammad laughed at my jokes, his eyes always watching me as I bantered with him.

After a bit of exploring, we ended our day by heading back to the hotel, feeling accomplished and in awe of everything we'd seen. The sun had set by the time we got to our room, and we were both tired from the day's activities.

That evening, as we relaxed in the hotel room, I thanked Muhammad for the day. "Thank you for today, habibi," I said, pressing my head to his shoulder. "I had so much fun."

"Anything for you, baby," he replied, with that sweet smile of his that I could never resist. "You're my everything."

I couldn't help but smile as I looked at him, feeling incredibly grateful for this trip, for him, and for everything in between.

**

It is our second day and waking up in Antalya was nothing short of breathtaking. The soft morning light filtered through the windows, making the whole room feel warm and inviting. Muhammad had already gone to get ready, and I was in the middle of applying some sunscreen when he came out of the bathroom, looking as dashing as always in his black shirt and jeans.

"Ready for today's adventure?" He asked with a grin, as he adjusted his shirt collar. I looked up from my makeup and smiled back, nodding.

"Let's do this!" I said, standing up and grabbing my bag.

We stepped out of our hotel room and walked to the lobby, where Emre was waiting for us. He gave us a bright smile when he saw us.

"Good morning, Layla, Muhammad," he greeted us in Turkish, his smile warm and welcoming.

"Günaydın, Emre," I replied with a nod. I could tell he was happy to see us.

As we got into the car, Emre started the engine, and we were on our way to the first stop of the day: Perge Ancient City. I was absolutely fascinated by ancient history, and this place was everything I had hoped for. The ruins were still standing tall, telling their stories of a time long past. I could feel the weight of history all around me.

Muhammad, as usual, was more interested in making jokes and taking pictures, but I couldn't help but feel awestruck by the experience. I made sure to take plenty of pictures for later, sharing them with my friends back home.

After we finished exploring, we were all ready for a break. Emre took us to a local restaurant called Yenikapi Lokantası, where the smell of Turkish food filled the air. I was in heaven. I ordered a plate of manti, Turkish dumplings, and Muhammad chose a grilled kebab dish. Emre and I had a short conversation in Turkish while Muhammad tried to catch up, only understanding the odd word here and there.

The food was absolutely delicious, and I couldn't help but feel at home, even though we were miles away from my family's kitchen.

Next, we headed to the Lower Duden Waterfalls. The sound of the water crashing over the rocks was so soothing, and the lush greenery around us made the whole place feel like a hidden paradise. We took a short walk along the trails, snapping pictures of the scenery. Muhammad tried to be brave, but I could tell he was a little afraid of getting too close to the edge. I laughed at him.

"Don't worry, we won't fall," I teased.

Muhammad just rolled his eyes but smiled back. "You worry about yourself, Layla. I'm not the one trying to throw myself off a cliff."

We spent some time at the falls before heading to our next stop: Yemenli Meyhanesi, a cozy Turkish tavern. Emre translated the menu for Muhammad while I chatted with the waiter in Turkish. I could tell that Muhammad was impressed with how I handled myself in a language he couldn't understand.

For dinner, we shared several meze dishes, and I made sure to introduce Muhammad to my favorite Turkish appetizers. He loved the haydari and sigara böreği, while I savored the baklava for dessert.

Finally, our day ended at Sandland, an impressive sand sculpture exhibition. We marveled at the detail and creativity of the sculptures, and I couldn't help but share some of the pictures with my friends back home.

"Such a beautiful country," I said as we walked back to the car. "I can't believe we're really here."

Muhammad smiled, taking my hand. "Yeah, it's amazing. But I'm glad we're together, Layla."

I squeezed his hand, feeling that familiar warmth in my heart. "Me too, Habibi."

Back at the hotel, we rested for the night, reflecting on the day. Muhammad and I sat in bed together as I shared more of my thoughts with him about the day's adventures.

"I know you don't understand much of the Turkish I spoke today, but it's nice to be able to share that part of me with Emre and the locals," I said softly.

Muhammad nodded, squeezing me gently. "I love hearing you speak it, even if I don't understand every word. It makes me feel closer to you."

I smiled, feeling incredibly grateful. "I'm happy you feel that way."

With a final kiss on the forehead, we drifted off to sleep, ready for whatever adventure tomorrow would bring.

***

On our third day, the sun was shining brightly as we woke up, excited for our third day in Antalya. I could already feel the energy of the city surrounding me, and I was eager to explore more of what it had to offer. Muhammad was in the bathroom getting ready, humming along to the sound of a song playing on his phone.

"Do you want me to choose your outfit again today?" I asked, teasing him as I rummaged through the wardrobe.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "No, you already know I'm terrible at picking clothes. But please, pick something that looks good."

Laughing, I picked out a light shirt for him, something casual but still stylish. He was lucky he had me to help with his wardrobe choices. Meanwhile, I was already ready, in a simple yet elegant dress. We were headed to Kaleici, and I wanted to feel the vibe of the area without being overly formal.

Downstairs, Emre was waiting for us. "Merhaba, Layla, Muhammad," he greeted us warmly, his eyes bright with enthusiasm.

"Merhaba, Emre," I said with a smile, answering him in Turkish. "Hazır mısın? Bugün kaleici'yi gezmeye gidiyoruz." (Hello, Emre. Are you ready? We're going to explore Kaleici today.)

"Tabii ki!" he replied with a grin, opening the door for us. "Bugün harika bir gün olacak." (Of course! Today is going to be a great day.)

Muhammad, of course, smiled and waved as we got into the car, though he had no idea what was going on between Emre and me. He just enjoyed the ride.

We drove towards Kaleici, the heart of Antalya's old town, with its narrow, cobbled streets and charming buildings. I loved the energy here—the mix of history, culture, and the sea breeze. Emre and I walked ahead, chatting about the city's history and culture while Muhammad followed, taking photos of everything.

"Kaleici gerçekten çok güzel," I said, admiring the old architecture. "Her köşesi farklı bir hikaye anlatıyor." (Kaleici is really beautiful. Every corner tells a different story.)

"Kesinlikle, burası çok tarihi bir yer," Emre agreed. "Antalya'nın kalbi burada." (Definitely, this place is very historical. The heart of Antalya is here.)

Muhammad caught up to us, holding up his phone. "I think I'm gonna need a few more photos to capture all of this," he said, laughing as we all paused for a moment.

From there, we made our way to Antalya Muzesi, where we spent a few hours admiring the vast collection of artifacts from the region's past. I was completely immersed in the exhibits, pointing out interesting pieces to Muhammad, explaining in English what I could while Emre translated a bit for Muhammad when needed.

"This museum is amazing," Muhammad said, walking alongside me. "I didn't expect this much history."

"I told you," I replied, smiling. "Antalya has so much to offer."

After the museum, we went to Kaleici Meyhanesi for lunch. The moment we entered, I was greeted in Turkish by the staff, and I took the opportunity to chat with them. "Sizin en popüler yemeğiniz nedir?" I asked the waiter, eager to try something traditional. (What's your most popular dish?)

"İskender kebap çok ünlüdür," the waiter replied with a smile. "Çok lezzetli." (The İskender kebab is very famous. It's very delicious.)

I turned to Muhammad. "We're getting the İskender kebap. Trust me, it's amazing," I told him. He smiled and nodded, happy to go along with whatever I suggested.

The kebab was indeed delicious—succulent and perfectly seasoned. We ate slowly, savoring the flavors of the food and enjoying the ambiance of the meyhane.

After lunch, we headed to Hadrian's Gate, an iconic landmark dating back to Roman times. Emre and I discussed its significance, while Muhammad admired the intricate details of the arch. "I feel like we're walking through history," Muhammad said, amazed by the structure.

I nodded. "That's the beauty of this city. Everywhere you look, there's something from the past."

We finished the day with a visit to Pizza Argentina, where I made sure to speak with the staff in Turkish, asking for recommendations. As we sat down and waited for our meal, I turned to Muhammad and smiled. "Do you like it here?" I asked.

He smiled back. "I love it. You were right, Layla. Antalya's so full of surprises."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I told you, I have the inside scoop on this city."

We spent the rest of the evening enjoying our pizza and the lively atmosphere of the restaurant. Muhammad was laughing at some of my Turkish expressions, and I couldn't help but tease him about his limited vocabulary.

"Come on, just learn one word today!" I joked, offering him a bite of my pizza.

"Alright, 'merhaba,'" he said, mimicking my pronunciation.

"That's a start!" I grinned, feeling proud.

As we left, I turned to Emre and said, "Teşekkürler Emre, bugün çok güzeldi." (Thank you, Emre, today was wonderful.)

"Rica ederim," he replied with a smile. "Yarına hazır mısınız?" (You're welcome. Are you ready for tomorrow?)

"Tabii!" I said, feeling the excitement build for what was to come. (Of course!)

Back at the hotel, we ended the day with a quiet walk by the sea. Muhammad held my hand, and I rested my head on his shoulder. "Thank you for today, Hayatim. I love sharing this with you," I said softly.

"I'm glad you do," he replied, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I love experiencing everything with you."

The next day, I woke up to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the soft sea breeze making its way into the room through the balcony doors. Today was the last full day of our adventure in Antalya, and we had some amazing places to explore. I could tell from Muhammad's smile that he was just as excited as I was.

"Are you ready for today?" I asked, sliding out of bed and stretching. He nodded, already dressed in a light shirt and jeans, looking effortlessly handsome. We had a busy day ahead, so we needed to get moving.

Emre was waiting for us downstairs, his smile always a welcome sight. "Günaydın, Layla Hanim, Muhammad bey," he greeted us cheerfully. (Good morning, Mrs Layla, Mr Muhammad.)

"Günaydın, Emre," I replied, returning his smile. (Good morning, Emre.)

We headed out to our first stop of the day: the Aspendos Ruins. The ancient theater there was one of the best-preserved in the world, and I couldn't wait to see it. As we walked around the ruins, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and history of the place.

"Burada çok tarihi bir şey var," I whispered to Emre, feeling the weight of the past. "Bu yer gerçekten etkileyici." (There's so much history here. This place is really impressive.)

"Kesinlikle," Emre said, nodding. "Aspendos, antik dünyada önemli bir yerdi." (Definitely. Aspendos was an important place in the ancient world.)

Muhammad was snapping pictures, clearly fascinated by everything. "This is amazing. I feel like I'm walking through a history book," he said, looking at the ruins with awe.

I smiled at him. "You are," I said, "We're literally standing in one of the best-preserved Roman theaters in the world."

After exploring Aspendos, we stopped for lunch at Dikkat Et, a cozy place known for its delicious food. The restaurant was filled with the comforting scent of spices, and I immediately felt at home. I was used to this kind of atmosphere, and the Turkish hospitality was always so warm.

"Ne önerirsiniz?" I asked the waiter, excited to try something new. (What do you recommend?)

"Menüde en iyi yemek, kısır," the waiter replied with a smile. "Şiddetle tavsiye ederim." (The best dish on the menu is kısır. I highly recommend it.)

I turned to Muhammad. "We're getting kısır, trust me, it's amazing," I told him, and he nodded in agreement, trusting me as usual.

After a satisfying meal, we made our way to the Suna Inan Kirac Kaleici Museum, where we were able to immerse ourselves in Antalya's rich cultural heritage. The museum had so many interesting artifacts, and I loved discussing the history behind each exhibit with Emre while Muhammad took more pictures.

As we walked through the museum, I turned to Muhammad. "What do you think of all the history here?" I asked.

He grinned. "Honestly, I'm amazed. I never realized how much history was hidden in this city."

"That's why I wanted to bring you here," I said, smiling. "Antalya is full of surprises."

By the time we finished at the museum, we were ready for a final, delicious dinner. We headed to Tiritcizade Restoran Konya Mutfağı, where the aromas of Turkish cooking filled the air as we sat down. The meal was everything I had hoped for—rich, flavorful, and comforting. We ate slowly, savoring the moment and reflecting on everything we had seen and done during our trip.

"Bu yemek harika," Muhammad said, taking another bite of his food. "I've never had anything like this before." (This food is amazing.)

"It's called tirit, and it's a specialty from Konya," I explained, enjoying the flavors. "You're lucky to try it here."

After dinner, we took a peaceful walk along the beach. The moonlight reflected off the water, creating a serene, almost magical atmosphere. As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. This trip had been everything I hoped for—adventure, relaxation, and time with Muhammad, exploring a beautiful city and learning more about my heritage.

Muhammad wrapped his arm around me as we walked. "Layla, I want to thank you for this trip. It's been amazing, and I'm so glad we've experienced all of this together," he said softly, his voice sincere.

I rested my head on his shoulder. "I feel the same way. I'm so grateful for everything—this place, this time with you."

Emre, walking a little ahead, turned around and smiled. "Bunu unutmayın, hayatın güzellikleri her zaman birlikte yaşanır," he said, his voice filled with warmth. (Don't forget, the beauties of life are always experienced together.)

I smiled at Emre's words. "Thank you, Emre. This has been an unforgettable trip."

As we made our way back to the hotel, I couldn't help but think about everything we had seen and done over the past few days. Antalya had stolen a piece of my heart, and I knew I'd always carry a part of it with me, especially as I continued to share it with Muhammad.

***

Here's the scene you requested, written from a third-person point of view:

Hours later, they were back at the hotel, preparing for the evening. Muhammad had told Layla to get ready as they were going out for dinner, urging her to dress up nicely. As she stood in front of the long mirror, she smiled at her reflection, pleased with how she looked.

"Zarif Görünüyorsun," she thought, admiring herself. "You look elegant." She glanced down at the beautiful blue dress she was wearing, paired with a matching turban cap. Her feet were slipped into a pair of Jimmy Choos, and though she had only applied a liner and lip gloss, she felt content with the look.

Muhammad had arranged the dinner date and taken her out earlier to buy the dress, although he had kept his plans a secret from her. She had been reluctant to buy both the dress and the heels, but after much persuasion, she had agreed.

After a quick spritz of her Dior perfume, Layla made her way out of the suite. Emre, ever the gentleman, quickly approached her. "İyi akşamlar Layla Hanım, shall we?" he greeted her with a polite nod.

"İyi akşamlar, Emre," she replied with a warm smile as she entered the car, her excitement growing with each passing minute.

The drive was short, and soon they arrived at Antalya Kaputas Beach . Layla spotted Muhammad standing near the water, a sweet smile on his face as he waited for her. Taking her time, she admired how handsome he looked. He wore a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, paired with black pants, effortlessly stylish. He reached out for her hand, and she gladly took it.

"Baby, every time I look at you, I have to smile. You look beautiful. You are beautiful," he whispered into her ear, making her cheeks flush with warmth.

"Thank you, you look handsome too," she replied with a soft smile, her heart swelling with affection.

Hand in hand, they walked to their table. Layla gazed around at the stunning surroundings, taking in the serene beauty of the beach. "Bu güzel," she breathed out, admiring the view. "It's beautiful."

"Yeah," Muhammad said, his eyes never leaving her face, the smile on his lips showing just how much he appreciated her presence.

"Why are you staring at me?" she teased, chuckling at the intensity of his gaze.

"Honestly, I can stare at your face forever and I won't get tired of staring. I will never get enough of you," he said, his voice full of sincerity. "You are my darling, and you reflect my world." He paused, laughing softly at his own words. "I know I sound cheesy, but baby, I love you. I love every bit of you."

Layla smiled, touched by his words. "Oh, I'm so blessed, Alhamdulillah," she said, pressing her head to his chest, her eyes filling with tears.

They stayed like that for a moment, savoring each other's warmth, silently praying to Allah to bless their love and make it stronger, asking for His protection and guidance for the future.

"Don't cry anymore," Muhammad murmured, gently kissing her forehead. "Your tears break my heart."

"I will love you, my love, till death do us apart, till I no longer breathe, inshallah," he promised, his voice tender.

"I love you so much," Layla whispered, finding her voice again. "And my love will grow strong, from my head down to my feet, till my body is frozen, stiff, and pale, till I'm lying six feet under, lifeless and without a soul, inshallah."

They sat down at the table, and their meal was served. As they ate, laughed, and chatted, Layla felt overwhelmed with happiness. This moment, this connection between them, was everything.

Once they were finished, Muhammad suggested they take a walk before heading back to the hotel. Layla slipped off her heels and held them in her hand, savoring the freedom. They walked along the shore for a few minutes, the cool evening breeze brushing against them.

They stopped, staring out at the beautiful Mediterranean Sea, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore adding to the peaceful ambiance. Layla lifted her dress slightly as the cold water rushed over her bare feet, and she trailed her hand through the water, splashing it playfully at Muhammad.

He stared at her with great fondness, a smile on his lips.

"Sweetheart, run for your life..." he said with a mischievous grin, before quickly running after her.

hey guys, sorry this is a really short chapter. just manage but i promise you the next chapter is gonna be a long one.

and again sorry for updating late. i was busy you know with graduation, dinner and prom!! and yaay! imma graduate now. i will finally have time to be updating and all ya know.

well no long turanci...who enjoyed this chapter? i bet you all did....🤩

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