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Murat POV
After the wedding, I was too tired. We went home while Asli and Serkan took off. They were joining us for breakfast tomorrow. I was just about to hit the bed, when someone knocked on the door. I opened it to find Hayat. Before if I could ask her anything, she came in. "We have to get you tested." she said. "Excuse me? Tested for what?" I asked. "DNA tested." she said. "How? I mean why?" I asked. "I got in contact with the lawyer of your father. He sent me a copy of his will. Your father left everything to his legitimate son. No where in the will has he mentioned yours/ Doruk's name." "Wait how did he send you the copy of the will?" I asked because 'will' is a family matter. And Hayat wasn't legally in the family. "I had written a letter as you and made you sign it. So the lawyer thinks he sent the copy to you" she admitted sheepishly. "Hayat. This is not ethical." I was angry. I shouted at her. Although she had good intentions at heart, you cannot do such things! This is straight up scamming! "Fine then. Do whatever you please. I am not helping you out of this mess." She stormed off.
The next morning:
Hayat POV:
Everyone was already down for lazy breakfast around 9:00 am. I hugged my parents and sat down at the table. Soon Serkan and Asli also joined. We teased them a little but Dad quickly diverted the topic. I saw Serkan thanking him silently. Well the topic we were diverted too was not so good for me. Dad wanted to set me up on a date. Apparently he did but then I said, "Dad, I don't want to meet anyone." "But you promised you would go on a date with someone when you come here." he said. I glanced a look at Murat and saw him getting worked up. This is my chance. You have to pay for last night Murat. "I did. I will go on a date. In fact I am going to one soon. Which is why I am calling dibs the new jet you have bought." I said smirking. I knew the arrow hit the bull's eye when I saw Murat's face fall. "You got a new jet?" "Why didn't I know about this uncle?" "I should be the first one to use. I just got married." said Cihangir, Kaan and Serkan respectively. "Hmm. Hayat you can't call dibs on that. You know what? Let the new family member decide who gets to use that jet first." said Dad.
"Asli, baby I am your husband." said Serkan. "Asli, I am your bestfriend." I said. "Asli, I will help you with anything you want." said Kaan. "Asli, I will owe you a big one. Pick me please." said Cihangir. Asli was confused and over whelmed. Aunt Humaira sided with Asli, "Oh come on! I know you in and out. Stop buttering the poor girl. Asli, tell me what do you like the most in Serkan. Not personality wise. Hobby wise." she asked. Oh no, did Asli and Serkan discussed their likes and dislikes? After thinking for a while she says, "His ability to drive fast. He hasn't drove fast when we go out, but I do know he does like to drive fast." Woah! She hit the bull's eye. "Do you like speed?" Asked Aydan Aunt. "Yes! I love speed!" She glowed like a kid. "Ah, Serkan, you found a girl exactly like you!" she said. Aunt Aydan never liked speed and if it was in her hand she would make sure none of us exceeded 60km/hr limit even in our sports car. "Decided then. You 4 brats race. Who ever wins, get to take the jet first!" said Iskender Uncle. We agreed. We had no choice! "When are you going to race?" asked Ipek. "Today after lunch. Get your cars out. I will book a race course." said Mom. "Nooooooooooo" cried all of us in chorus much to the shock of Ipek, Kerem, Tuval and Murat. "What? Don't you want to race?" Asked mom as if in oblivion. "Of course they do. But these brats want to race on the road. Not in the race course. Am I right Serkan?" answered Kemal uncle. "Fine. But no injuries. To anyone. Nor you, nor the cars, nor the people on the road." Mom said strictly to which we agreed noddingly.
The race course selected was a empty road to a beach near the lighthouse. No one ever uses it apart from us since all the 100s of kms of land there was owned by us. Decided then. Sharp at 3 pm, helicopters will transfer everyone except us 4 to the finish point i.e. the lighthouse. And we start the race sharp at 3:45pm. Everyone ate a heavy lunch. We then left to do our own business.
Next I met everyone was at 3:30pm
We were in our cars. Waiting for the signal to start our races.
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Third Person POV:
The race was amazing! The cars were speeding. Hayat always maintained a lead. Behind her was Kaan then followed by Cihangir and Serkan. Cihangir and Serkan kept interchanging their positions. Kaan was gaining on Hayat. Near the end line it was clear that Hayat would win. But at the end moment she slowed down to let Kaan pass. So now Kaan won the race. Hayat came second and Serkan and Cihangir were very close.
Hayat POV:
After the race was over, we four headed to where our parents were waiting. They celebrated Kaan's win and Dad handed him the keys. After our parents left and it was only us youngsters, Kaan pulled me aside and ask me, "Why did you do this?" "Do what?" I asked trying to sound as oblivious as possible. "Don't play those games with me Hayat. I knew you were winning. Why did you slow down? Why did you let me win?" he questioned. "The jet. It's not that useful. But now that I let you win, you owe me one. Don't you?" I replied cheekily. "I knew you wanted something! Now spill it out!" He said. "I want you house in Manchester. For a week." I told him. "House? Okay done deal." He said hugging me.Murat POV:
The way these guys drove cars made me feel surreal. I happened to over hear the conversation between Hayat and Kaan. She wants his house in Manchester. Oh so she's meeting this 'melo'. That's when Cihangir patted on my back disturbing my trance, "If you want Hayat, do something before it is too late. This girl is different. If she makes up her decision, nothing can and will change her mind." Well the words coming from her brother made me realize I have to step up my game. Otherwise I would lose her forever. Well the only plus point was that I was living in her house. We were flying back tomorrow morning. Let's see what I can do then.
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