The strong man, leader of Albora lands - the one whose silence alone silences others, the man who bows to no one... And yet there he is, in a small room, dim light flickering, on his knees in front of her, eagerly waiting for any crumbs she's willing to give him.

When everything starting to crush out I have no one to hold on but you ... My hand still hagning in the air longing for yours to hold .. But are you here to hold it or...? It will be short have nothing to do with the dizi Just Enjoy reading 📖❤️

My take on what happens between Cihan and Alya after the 'kiss' at the airport.

It takes five seconds to fall in love... At least that's what fifteen-year-old Alya believed-brimming with the kind of romance only a young girl knows, naive and wholehearted. Not everyone is lucky enough to find that kind of love... That's what thirty-year-old Alya understood, as she looked down at the man kneeling before her, a brilliant ring in his hand, waiting-breath held-for her answer. Maybe I'm not that unlucky after all... That's what Alya might have believed the moment she felt that lightning-strike of love for the first time in thirty five- heart pounding so loud she could hear it in her ears, the world blurring at the edges, breath shallow, mouth dry. She would have believed it... If only the man awaking that storm inside her wasn't the brother of her husband-the very husband whose hand now rested, obliviously, on her waist. But then again, timing had never been her strong point.

It all started in a bar-one reckless decision, one heated moment that neither of them could take back. Alya hadn't planned on betraying Boran, but when Cihan looked at her like that, with all the hunger he'd been swallowing for years, she let herself fall. she never expected to find herself here-pressed against Cihan, tangled in his sheets, and questioning everything she thought she knew about herself. She was supposed to be Boran's wife, the woman who fit neatly into the life she chose. And yet, with Cihan, she feels something she hasn't in years-wanted, worshipped, and completely undone.

TW : mine ⚠️ (Cihan has his own house, while Alya and Boran live in the konak.)

Random CihAl stories. The stories don't connect with each other chronologically. Some of the stories are translated from others that posted them on X, some are mine :)

CihAl Parallel Universe.

Fanfic story of CihAl. I made changes to the story so i started from the beginning, i just let my imagination run wild. I need to survive months without them somehow so i made this :)

A gifted young dancer with big dreams. A former star who lost his fire. When their paths cross, a forbidden bond forms. And what begins as mentorship turns into something neither of them expected.