♥Silly Hearts♥

INTRODUCTION

So, it started like this when Mr Nihat Aydin hopped into his closest friend cum neighbour's house with a box of sweets to give them the happiest news of the world that is-the wedding of his younger daughter, Sanem, who had waited 27 years of her life without even having a single proposal from any men. You have heard it correct. Our dear heroine had never excited a minimal amount of passion in the heart of her opposite sex. Are you intrigued to know the reason? Well, for your kind information, let me disclose that she was educated, intelligent and smart and she had everything in her intellect that her peers aspired for. If you question me about her beauty, I can never admit that she was ugly. After all, she is my creation and since the author is the creator of the character I have to make you know that my Sanem was the most beautiful and sweetest creature you have ever seen in your life.

But my dear reader, I won't stop here unsatisfying your curiosity because if I do so you would probably blame me that I am biased. Fine, now please allow me to portray our heroine from the edge of her hair to the tip of her toes.

When she was born twenty-seven years back, mother Mevkibe used to have great pleasure in tracing her fingers on her girl's bald head which was as polished as her bum. At that very moment if anybody had told her that this baldy baby would grow wavy dense dark locks like the current of the night sea she could not believe it because truly speaking, the Sanem whom we are going to see owned an envious texture of lovely hair. Here her charm doesn't end because the way nature has designed her face is enough to tantamount her gorgeousness with the purity of the angels. Her smooth olive skin and doe-like dewy eyes mesmerised everyone except those rude boys who find love only in the voluptuous bosom of the sexy women.

Talking about the bosom, let me take you to the crucial part-though our heroine is excellently wonderful with her petite structure, slender arms and light legs there is only one thing that she lacks which is-a perfect pair of tempting breasts. I don't know how to utter the rest of the words to depict this deformity because by my heart I don't think it's a deformity of body but mind. Those scoundrel men whose watering mouth fancy evergreen tight balloons never looked back at our poor heroine because over the robe her tits were nothing to entice the male chauvinistic mind. Though her mother and sister, Leila, pushed her to the brink to wear the pads to deceive the eyes of those stupid men she rejected them all the time because-she is my heroine and my painting too. She would have to learn how to deal with it and she would have to strive how I have imagined it. She is here to teach you a lesson that deformity is a state of cripple mind which you should ignore and overcome to win. For this reason, I want to dedicate this piece to those who are slighted but I know those who are slighted by those hungry eyes of the men will define the rule of the society in some way or other because you know how it feels when you are crushed and I believe, you won't repeat what you have gone through but you will enlighten those who are struggling just like the past version of yours or our sweet heroine's.

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So, where was I?

Hmmmph...yeah I am recollecting the scattered chunks of my reasons again...
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With his leaping heart, Mr Nihat choked Mr Aziz Divit, his friend, while giving him a tight hug when he spoke out delightfully, "My dearest Aziz, congratulate me for being the luckiest man of the world as Sanem's engagement has finally been settled."

Here the readers naturally can expect how Mr Divit got thrilled to listen to the great news for he and his wife, who was just next to him hearing all of the conversations with great appetite, had a rich affection for the poor girl Sanem as she was 27 still unmarried! Again, I won't bore my dear readers with that superfluous knowledge as I would love to drag your attention to the corner side room that had an ajar door.

The caveman Divit, pardon me, it should be Can Divit, the one and only son of Mr Aziz, was busy in his siesta after having a wild night. No, don't think he is a dog, at least not in this work of fiction, for he had duties to fulfil for earning the livelihood of his family. He worked at a media house along with his best friend, Sanem and yesternight he was swamped with loads of files and folders, so he couldn't sleep. The next day, after taking the lunch he had just slipped under the sheet and dozing relaxingly when the bell interrupted and he would almost cuss if his father forgot to welcome his friend loudly, "Nihat! What happened? Is everything alright?" As it was the odd time of the day to visit someone's place Aziz felt apprehensive but not more than his son, Can when our hero heard what he should not. At least not that time. After all, he was just about to get some peace through some tight sleep but destiny wanted something else.

It was almost winter in Turkey still, our poor Divit pulled down the cover from his body as an unknown and uncertain flush of heat started to erupt out of his skin. He felt like set on the flame as his eyes got hot and constantly he blinked the lashes to soothe his burning red orb. Not for a single moment of his life, he had ever sensed something so instant and uneasy as he was confused between two strong emotions that were-Wrath and Jealousy.

"Why would I be angry?" He thought, "I should be glad instead, that my best friend is finally going to be happy. Rubbish! Why should I even think that my stupid reaction is the fruit of jealousy? By God, I can not envy the prosperity of my dear Sanem. Horrible!" He thought a bit more to dig out more excuses, "Hmmm...I think it must be allergies. Oh my God! Am I getting skin rashes?" Leaping out of the bed he took off his shirt and without even sparing a look at the mirror (at least to check whether the mini bumps were some mistakes of his mind or not) he ran to the washroom to rinse his body for getting rid of the unwanted skin rashes.

Funny, how stupid these men could be! If only he had the depth to peer inside his ribcage where his heart was no more protected. We can all feel which he couldn't that there had already been made a subtle cut in that sensitive organ and that particular wound which we call the kiss of covetousness was waiting to be severe if proper care would not be taken.

Do you think he would be able to nurse this injury or would he let it bleed uncompromisingly until the last drop of blood sucks out his life completely? If only he could listen to our advice but he won't because a silly heart will always be the silliest one. What do you say?

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First of all, it's Ed Sheeran's Perfect which makes me fall in love with the romancing best friends who become love birds in real life. Then ercawivi ...her today's update has made an insane as I cannot sleep without writing what I truly feel if Canem were best friends. So, thanks a lot my dear writer friend for the inspiration. ♥♥♥♥

My dear readers, share your mind about this story and I'll update GURUR VE ONYARGI TOO BUT I WANT TO COMPLETE THIS ONE FIRST IF ONLY YOU DO PERMIT.
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