When the college bell rang, the corridors were filled with noise. The girls started walking towards their classes, laughing and chatting. Elena was also walking towards history class with her friends, but today there was a strange uneasiness in her steps. Her heart was beating faster than usual, as if some unknown feeling was awakening inside her. She herself did not know why the atmosphere felt different today. As soon as she entered the classroom, sunlight was coming in through the windows, and golden reflections were scattering on the tables. Everyone started sitting in their seats, but there was only one curiosity in every heart: what would the new history teacher be like?
Suddenly,y the door of the classroom opened and as if time stopped for a moment. He entered. Ziraat. Tall, dignified, dressed simply but extremely sophisticated, and a face such that the beholder forgot to blink. There was no fear in her beauty, but rather an attraction that silently captivated hearts. There was a strange depth in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips, which made the audience's breath hitch. The class fell into complete silence. Several girls unconsciously began to fix their hair, some looked at each other in surprise, and some just stared at him.
Elena's gaze also seemed to linger on him. Her heart beat faster, and she looked down nervously. She was asking herself what kind of feeling was awakening in her heart when she saw a teacher. Ziraat glanced at the class and said good morning to everyone in his deep, soft voice. There was such a calmness in his voice that the listener, whether he wanted to or not, became fascinated. Then he wrote his name on the blackboard and began to teach.
He was teaching history, but his style was like a storyteller. Wars, kings, conspiracies and loves all seemed to come alive with his words. But the surprising thing was that even though the books were open, most of the eyes were not on the words, but on him. A few girls sitting on the front benches of the class were trying to be especially close to Elena. They seemed cheerful, friendly, and very friendly. Elena thought it was just a coincidence, not knowing that they were all the slave girls of the Serpent Prince, who had been given only one job—to be around Elena.
Elena felt a strange sense of comfort and an unknown anxiety as she sat among them all. Her heart kept pulling towards Ziraat, even though she was trying to convince herself that he was just a teacher. Occasionally, a light laugh would break out in the class when Ziraat asked a question or explained an aspect of history in an interesting way. When his smile appeared, many hearts would beat together, and Elena's heart was also among them, even if he refused to believe it.
At the back of the class, Saraf sat silently watching everyone. Her eyes would sometimes go to Elena and sometimes to the new teacher, but no alarm bells had yet rung in her heart. All she could think was that this new teacher was unusually attractive, nothing more. She neither suspected Ziraat, nor these friendly girls. Everything seemed to be completely normal.
When the bell rang for the end of the period, the class suddenly came to life. The girls started to leave, laughing and talking, whispering to each other about the new teacher. Elena also left with her friends, but her heart was still beating uncontrollably. She herself did not know why this one period had caused such turmoil within her. Back in the classroom, Ziraat stood silently watching everyone leave. He had that beautiful, mysterious smile on his lips, as if he knew that this was not just an ordinary day, but the beginning of a very big story.
As Alina passed in front of the Nag Prince, her eyes unintentionally fell on Zeerat. She had just taken a few steps forward when, suddenly, her foot slipped. She was about to fall—when in an instant, Zeerat stepped forward and caught her in his arms.
For two long minutes, time seemed to stop. They remained frozen, gazing at each other. Zeerat's eyes slowly drifted to Alina's lips—soft, pink, and trembling. His heart began to race violently, his breath growing uneven. For a moment, he felt himself losing control, as if some powerful force was pulling him closer—
But then, suddenly, Saraf appeared.
The moment Saraf saw Alina in another man's arms, a storm of rage exploded inside him. His eyes darkened, and without hesitation, he grabbed Alina and pulled her sharply away from Zeerat.
Seeing this, Zeerat spoke calmly, masking his emotions behind a polite expression.
"I'm sorry, Mr Saraf. Please forgive me. Miss Alina was about to fall, so I caught her."
Saraf gave no reply. His jaw tightened with anger as he turned to Alina and said coldly,
"Miss Alina, where was your attention? Please be careful while walking."
Alina, shaken and confused, lowered her gaze.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said softly. Then she turned to Zeerat and added in a gentle voice, "Thank you, sir."
With that, she quickly walked away.
Saraf and Zeerat remained standing there, silently staring at each other—two powerful forces locked in an unspoken clash, neither willing to look away.
At the other end of the corridor, several college girls watched Alina with jealous, burning eyes, their hearts filled with envy and resentment.
And in that moment, fate quietly tightened its grip—because love, desire, and danger had just crossed paths.
At that moment, when Elena left, a strange change occurred in the atmosphere. It was as if the air had stopped breathing. There was noise in the corridor, there was laughter, but between Seraph and Ziraat there was a silence that was no less than a storm. This silence was not ordinary—it was the silence that arises before the collision of two powers.
An unknown burden fell on Seraph's heart. He himself did not know why his heart was beating so fast for no reason in front of this strange teacher. No memory, no recognition—just a nameless anxiety. He asked himself for the first time:
Is every danger only what we recognise?
On the other hand, Ziraat hid his true nature behind a slight smile. There was no longer fear in his eyes, nor haste. He knew that the first touch had been made, the first glance had met—and that was enough. He believed in waiting instead of fighting. He had sown the seed.
Elena stopped walking. He did not know why his heart was restless. A slight burning in her chest, as if someone had gently knocked on a closed door in her heart. She turned and looked back—nothing.
But still…
She felt as if someone was watching her, knowing, and had been waiting for this moment for centuries. That same night, Elena had a dream.
She saw herself standing in a vast hall. There were mirrors on the walls—hundreds, thousands. In each mirror, she saw herself in a different form. Sometimes she was crying, sometimes smiling, sometimes her hands were stained with blood, and sometimes she was enveloped in golden light. Suddenly, a mirror broke.
Behind her stood a shadow—beautiful, calm, but deep in her eyes.
A voice came, soft but commanding:
"You don't know me… but your soul knows me." Elena stepped back, startled.
"Who are you?" The shadow smiled.
"I am the one… who is the secret of your past, and the test of your future."
She wakes up screaming. At that moment, the golden snake in the corner of the room becomes restless. Seraph's eyes open. He immediately approaches Elena, without making a sound. He sees—Elena is drenched in sweat, fear in her eyes, but a strange attraction in her heart. Seraph feels for the first time:
The danger is not approaching… The danger has already arrived.
And somewhere far away, in front of a mirror, Ziraat laughs lightly.
"Don't be afraid, Elena… I didn't break you. I came to remind you."
After some time, Zerat was sitting on his throne, a glass of wine in his hand, and he was looking at Alina with fear. Magic, mirror is, I. Only then did his very close slave, the serpent, sit on his lap. They started touching the snake prince here and there, and the snake prince, who was thinking about Elena at that time, whom he had held in his arms from now on, and whose pink lips were still crazy over him. He was looking at the terrified Alina in his magic mirror and seeing how the little snake was spreading its golden light around Alina, a devilish smile came to the face of the snake prince, and he said, Siraf, you will save Alina as much as you can and distance yourself from me. I will come closer to Alina as much as I can. She sat on the lap of the serpent prince, sometimes teasing his lips, sometimes placing her hand on his chest. After a while, the serpent prince emptied his glass, put it aside, and took the serpent in his arms.
And he gives her a strong kiss on the lips and starts running his hands all over her body and then he makes her lie down there and puts her on top of him and spends a romantic night with this serpent. The prince's mind was only on Alina. He was getting romantic with this serpent after feeling Alina.
Whenever the Nag Prince Zaroon spends a night with a naga woman and becomes intimate with her, her fate is sealed. By morning, she is either dead—or if she somehow survives, the Nag Prince throws her into the nests of the Nevloos, leaving her to be devoured as food.
Yet despite knowing this cruel truth, every night, some naga woman still yearns to be with him. They crave his presence, desire to possess him, and willingly offer their lives at the altar of his beauty. The Nag Prince is breathtakingly handsome, and because of this, the women of the naga world are utterly captivated by him.
Each time a naga woman dies unable to withstand the Prince's overwhelming power, she releases all of her magical energy in her final moments—and that power flows directly into the Nag Prince. With every such death, he grows stronger, darker, and more unstoppable.
The morning sun spilt golden light over the college grounds as students began to arrive. Alina stepped out of her room hurriedly, skipping breakfast, her thoughts already tangled in the day ahead. "Have some breakfast, my dear," her mother called, but Alina only smiled faintly, brushing past her. "I'm not hungry. I'll eat something at the canteen," she replied, adjusting her bag as she walked toward the campus. Saraf followed closely behind, a silent guardian, watching her every step, feeling the protective pull of his heart.
As Alina entered the bustling corridors, her eyes wandered almost instinctively, scanning the crowd, looking for someone she could not yet name. Her gaze moved from face to face, a strange flutter of anticipation growing inside her. Somewhere in the distance, Zerat appeared, stepping gracefully through the hall. Their eyes met for a brief moment. Alina's heart jumped in her chest, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through her as her lips parted slightly, as if to speak but unable to form words. Zerat, too, felt his pulse quicken. Every movement of hers seemed like a magnet, drawing him closer, his thoughts suddenly tangled in her presence.
Unseen by both, the Nag Prince walked nearby, disguised as an ordinary human. His sharp eyes immediately caught Alina's gaze, lingering on Zerat. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips, and a dark promise whispered through his mind. "Just a little patience… soon, you will be in my arms. But first, I must find a way to keep Saraf away…" Every step he took, every glance he cast, was part of a carefully calculated plan. The tension hung in the air like a living thing, thick and almost tangible, as the threads of magic and fate began weaving together.
The corridors of the college seemed to pulse with silent anticipation. Students moved past, laughing, chatting, completely unaware of the storm gathering in the shadows. Alina's friends tried to talk to her, but her attention kept drifting, her eyes following Zerat as he moved with quiet grace. Saraf, still behind her, noticed the subtle shift in her focus. A pang of unease tightened around his chest, a small seed of doubt creeping in. He could not yet see the Nag Prince, but he felt the pull of something unfamiliar, something dark and magnetic lurking in the periphery.
Meanwhile, the Nag Prince observed everything, carefully maintaining his disguise while allowing the currents of his plan to begin flowing. He watched Zerat and Alina, noting every flicker of emotion, every glance, every hesitation. He knew the power of timing. He knew that rushing the moment would ruin everything. Instead, he would let the day unfold slowly, letting Alina see, sense, and feel his presence indirectly, while subtly guiding the path of events. The magical aura around him seemed to ripple faintly, almost unnoticed, as though reality itself bent slightly to his will.
The students' chatter, the distant laughter, and the clatter of footsteps seemed to fade into the background as the tension around Alina, Saraf, , and the Nag Prince grew. Every look, every pause, was loaded with meaning. Alina felt her heartbeat quicken inexplicably when Zerat's eyes met hers again, and Saraf's protective instincts tightened in response, though he still did not know the source of the danger. The Nag Prince, hidden in plain sight, felt the thrill of the game. He knew that soon, the careful threads he had begun to weave would begin to bind the fates of all three, drawing them inexorably toward the confrontation he desired, but not yet. For now, he watched, and waited, and smiled that subtle, dangerous smile that promised power, obsession, and the impossible pull of desire.
The day stretched on, slow, deliberate, each moment weighted with anticipation. Alina walked to her classroom, her thoughts still flickering between Zerat and the strange, inexplicable unease in her chest. Saraf followed, his senses alert, his eyes scanning, protective, his mind whispering warnings he could not yet fully understand. Zerat, walking calmly but aware of her gaze, could feel the pull, the magnetic tension between them, though he too could not yet understand it. And above all, the Nag Prince, hidden in plain sight, smiled to himself, savouring the slow unveiling of his plan, the thrill of magic, romance, and danger mingling in a single, perfect storm.
Nothing moved too quickly. Nothing exploded into action. Yet beneath the calm, the currents of power, desire, and destiny were shifting, intertwining in ways none of them could yet see. The corridors of the college, filled with students laughing and chattering, hid the quiet storm of hearts and magic that was about to change everything.
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