Right after the end of the second world war, at age 22, Kiraz Aznavour is faced with a shocking revelation on her mother's death bed : she was adopted.
Follow the young girl in her journey to discover the truth about her biological parents, an impos...
It's been a long while since the last chapter, I am so sorry but I was a bit in a writer's block even with a lot of the guidelines of the story traced and I honestly needed a break.
Here is the first chapter of part 4, each part of this story kind of has its own aura and style. The chapters in this part will probably be more concise.
I hope it can bring a fresh note to the story and keep you all interested.
Reminder, this is how our protagonists look in 1945/6.
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And there's a little tribute suprise for two of my most dedicated readers in this chapter.
Happy reading.
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Serkan instinctively turning towards the bullets to receive most of them, but the second officer shot Eda's chest too. Some bullets perhaps tore through one's body to lodge into the other's.
Serkan's body toppled, taking Eda's frame with his weight. Both fell into the pit, no pain was felt as their soul floated, finally free. Serkan's arms still around her and hers around his neck. Both had the peaceful smiles of accomplished lovers.
Their bodies lay tangled as the soldiers moved to the next victim. Enlaced into love, smiles on their lips.
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Kiraz woke with a gasp, sweat on her forehead, panting. She breathed, looking around herself, Eda Yıldız's room haunted her in a whole other way now.
She held her head and tried to calm her breathing, tears stinging her eyes. Night had fallen on Istanbul. Darkness bathing the room. She looked in her lap, Arev Aznavour's letter laying by. She had fallen asleep, crying, right after reading.
And her wild imagination did the rest. She sighed, reading the words again in the dark. No. It could not be. Tears filled her eyes again.
How much her mother must have hurt giving her up, and she had blamed her and hated her for it for so long. Kirae felt shame. She had judged her so much. Judged a woman that was just helpless to her fate.
