𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈; "𝑩𝒊𝒓 ç𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒈ö𝒛𝒆 âş𝒊𝒌 𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂, 𝒅𝒊ğer 𝒈ö𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌ö𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒏." 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠. _________________________________________ Ayesha lives in the heart of Istanbul, running a small, worn-out bakery that smells of memories she cannot let go of. Between unpaid bills, a sick father who doesn't remember her, and a younger brother who is her only reason to keep breathing...with a trauma and a past of obssesion that never leaves her alone she carries a life far heavier than her fragile shoulders should. _________________________________________ People call her many things...Some call her resilient, Some call her foolish And some... Call her a Curse... But Ayesha has learned one thing the hard way kindness is easy to give, but trust is a luxury she can no longer afford. Until one day-- A stranger walks into her bakery, Broken. Bleeding....Desperate. Musa Altan. A man with tired eyes, dangerous silences and secrets buried deeper than the wounds on his skin. He asks for nothing but work... but stays like he belongs And slowly, He begins to stand where no one ever has before In front of her. Against the world...When accusations rise, when her name is dragged through dirt, when her past is used against her He doesn't ask...He doesn't doubt...He protects...Because some loves don't begin with confession...They begin with presence With standing beside someone when the world chooses to turn away. But not all stories of protection are soft. Some are written in blood, in Yearning . ------- Because beneath his name lies a truth no one is ready for.