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Part 5- The one with the letter

Mahur woke up because of the chirping of birds. She looked at the phone to check what time it was. It was 6 a.m. Celal was not next to her. Since his part of the bed was left empty, she somehow felt empty too. She wondered where he could have gone this early. She tried to fall asleep again, but it was simply impossible without his warm embrace. After countless rolling over in the bed, she finally saw something on his pillow. It was a beautiful red rose and below it a letter. She smelled the rose, then smiled. It was the first time he had given her a flower. Her name was on the letter, and it was written in parentheses 'for my bayan'. When she opened the letter, she expected to see a long text. Instead, she came across only a few words.

'Follow the clues'.

Rose petals were scattered on the floor in the shape of arrows that indicated the direction in which Mahur has to go. The whole floor was made of roses. It was an extremely beautiful sight, especially for a woman whose heart was beating so hard just for this man. Eagerly dressing her silk bathrobe, which was complete with a red lace nightgown, Mahur followed the arrows. She entered the hallway from the bedroom. There the arrows pointed her towards the courtyard. She didn't take the smile off her face. She wondered what Mr. Celal was up to now. When she stepped outside, she almost fainted. The whole garden was filled with flowers of different colors and types. Everything smelled so wonderful like in heaven. The sun was just beginning to rise, still hiding behind the clouds and gently caressing her smiling face.

'Celal?' Mahur shouted happily.

However, he did not respond. She searched for him for a while longer, then gave up. She was disappointed. The next moment Mahur was afraid that something bad had happened to him, but soon after she stopped being pessimistic she saw a new letter in a flowerpot of the most beautiful flowers in the garden. Mahur picked up the letter, not realizing that the letter will be one of the most important, beautiful, and happy moments in their life together.

"Mahur... My Mahur, my bayan, my angel, the pupils of my eye, and the meaning of my life,

People can't live without water, air, food. I can ignore it all. I can survive everything, but I can't do without you, because you are the air that my lungs breathe, the water that washes my face, the food that gives me energy. My whole existence has been placed in your hands. You are my Lord. Without you, this world has no tone or color. Without you, my life is black and white. Without you, Celal wouldn't even exist. Without you, I would be nobody, a lost cause. I would just be a tormented soul that has no direction, no goal. You are my humanity.

You are my first true love. The only woman I ever loved, the only woman I will ever love. You are my heart, my soul. You are a part of me. First love brings the most beautiful and tender experiences. It is like the first spring flower that smells enchanting and that brings a smile to the face of every human being who dares to smell it. My heart beats so hard when I'm around you. Violins are heard everywhere. My face lit up and then I am the happiest man in the world. If I could open my heart to you, I would show you that your name is engraved on it. The word love for me is no longer just a word. Love became Mahur.

Mahur, as much as I thank you, it's not enough. You gave me faith in love. You discovered feelings in me that I was convinced did not exist and would never appear. You forgave me after all the lies, after you had a bad time because of me. Therefore, no matter how many times I say thank you, it is not enough. It's not enough, because you woke up a completely different person in me. A person who has actually been waiting for you all his life. I didn't even realize it before, but without you, I was lost like a ship in the middle of the ocean in the middle of a storm. You became my compass. Now my life is no longer possible without you. And that life before you, can it be considered life at all? My Mahur, I was dead in a living body. I was breathing the wrong air. I was looking with the wrong eyes. Ever since I saw you, my life has gradually begun to be like your garden at the moment - filled with the most beautiful scents. When I first saw you, I knew immediately that I was not indifferent to you. It was love at first sight. I loved how angry you were at me. I adored your eyes from which lightning flashed every time you looked at me. I adored everything about you. Although at first, it was just a physical attraction, later when I got to know more about you I realized how beautiful woman you are not only on the outside but also on the inside. Your beauty, Mahur, is reflected in your goodness. You are too beautiful for me. Too good. Even today, I don't know how I earned your love. At the very beginning, the mission was more important to me than love. But things did not go according to plan. The inability to touch you, hug you, kiss you without feeling a pang of conscience was like hell to me. Your closeness awakened a volcano of emotions in me. I embarked on this story with a mission to find the bad guys, and I found the love of my life.

What a movie story!

Mahur... why am I telling you all this? I want you to know that I have changed. That for me there is only you now. To me, your love is everything. I am no longer Celal, now I am Mehmet. Because of you, I finally accepted who I am. Your love is my only cure. So I'm going to ask you to find something in the same flowerpot where you found the letter. After that, I will ask you one very important question."

However, that was the end of the letter. There was no further text. Mahur quickly searched the flowerpot and she found one small box. She put her hand over her mouth and began to cry. Before she could do anything, Mehmet appeared and knelt right in front of her, and asked:

"Mahur Turel, will you marry me?"