Cihan Stories

When Cihan Albora-the silent, feared Aga of Mardin-steps into a glittering Istanbul gala, he expects nothing more than business and formality. What he doesn't expect... is her. Alya Smith, a brilliant neurosurgeon with a calm presence and eyes that see far deeper than most, becomes the only light strong enough to cut through the shadows he's carried his whole life. One look is all it takes for something to shift-quietly, dangerously. But powerful families are watching. Old enemies are stirring. And the fragile moment between them threatens to spark a storm neither city is ready for. Two worlds. One silent pull neither of them can explain. A story born in the space where his shadow met her light.

Hazal ve Cihan🤍 peki ya sevgi neydi, sevgi emekti

This takes place after Sevilay's fight with Nuh, where he accuses her of having fun and flirting with Cihan's lawyer/friend. Furious, she storms out of Tahsin's place, seeking solace in an unexpected place.

Ailesini korumaya çalışırken Demir'in karşısında durmak zorunda olan Cihan'ın geçmişte omuzlamak zorunda kaldığı yüklerin hesabı, hiç beklemedikleri bir anda Alya'ya kesilmiştir.

Sevilay finds herself doing either the best or the worst thing possible- asking for help from someone she didn't really know.

"Nice place," he said, voice low, smooth with a slight rasp. Alya hadn't moved. Her heart stuttered in her chest, and for a moment, she couldn't speak. Cihan was here, in this house, in her space, and the air already felt different. Denser. Sharper. She swallowed. "Hoş geldin." Cihan's gaze lingered a beat longer before he nodded. "Good to see you, Doctor Hanim." And just like that, her spine straightened. She wasn't Boran's wife at that moment, she was herself again. A woman with a name and a mind and a history that hadn't been erased." -mature content in later chapters. - An AU CIHAL storyline -Alya thought she married a man full of charm and promise. But Boran isn't the husband he once was - secrets, control, and dangerous shipments have replaced his laughter. When Cihan, Boran's older brother, returns, Alya finds someone who sees her strength instead of silencing it. But with every glance and every stolen moment, the line between loyalty and desire begins to blur. Caught between a crumbling marriage, a criminal empire, and a forbidden pull she can't deny, Alya must decide what , and who, she's willing to risk everything for.

Cihan and Alya steal some moments of peace amidst all the chaos.

A collection of Cihan and Alya one shots.

So um... how do I start this? Well, I'd like to tell you that this is a fanfic about CihAl-the main lead actors from the Turkish series Uzak Şehir. This story is entirely my own; nothing here is meant to resemble the actual series. I just loved the chemistry between the actors and the first glimpses of the show so much that I felt inspired to continue it in my own way. I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to share your thoughts-and find me on X: @marikhoaz. Peace 🎀

The angry girls are always the loneliest.

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 :)

This is my take on how unhinged Siyah Kalp would go after the infamous barn fire with the twins. Let the War of Hearts begin. Characters belong to TV series Siyah Kalp (Black Heart).

"Bir gönül davası anlatsam ağlarsın."

Havalimanı dönüşü birbirlerine aşklarını itiraf etseler dahi hala belli sınırları aşamayan Alya ve Cihan, Kaya'nın düğününden sonra Alya'nın Cihan'a "artık ayrı uyumak istemiyorum" demesiyle neler yaşarlar?

Ablası için Kanada'dan Mardin'e giden ve aynı ablası gibi doktor olan arin simit'in yolu , kaya Albora'yla çakışır

Cihan's thumb brushed across the paper, wiping away the tears that had soaked into it. His tears kept falling, yet a smile spread across his face. Anyone watching would think him mad. Who would smile and cry from happiness when faced with the grim reality of spending the rest of their days in prison? But it didn't matter now, not when he wasn't the one lost in this madness.

Özgüven problemi olan Cihan ve onun tüm o problemlerine rağmen istediklerini elde etme mücadelesi zarfında tüm zorluklar yetmezmiş gibi İstanbul'un boğazındaki zengin ailenin yaşadığı büyük bir malikanede baş kâhya olan dedesinin yanında hizmetli odasında kalması..

Stories we deserved to see🥹

Or it was his hand, innocently guiding her through the crowd, grazing her bare back, a touch so devilish, it burned not just her skin but her very soul. Whatever the reason, Alya shouldn't have been standing so close to him-shouldn't have been shoulder to shoulder, almost touching. She shouldn't have found herself admiring his profile, the sharp lines of his jaw. And, as the last domino fell, Alya shouldn't have closed her eyes. Because in that exact moment, with her eyes shut, her senses sharpened. His scent-wood, whiskey, and something unique, something belonging only to Cihan-flooded her nose. That was when all hell broke loose.