Mercan قصص

Retelling of the Turkish Show: Arafta Bound By Fate The characters would remain the same, however the plot lines would differ from the show.

The 42-Second Noose The audio file was exactly forty-two seconds long. At a normal human speaking pace, that was roughly eighty-four words. Eighty-four words to dismantle a three-year fortress built on dock salt, shared poverty, and absolute devotion. Ateş Karahan did not look at the rain smearing the Camden Town soot against his window. He sat on the edge of a mattress that still smelled faintly of her lavender headscarf, his broad, scarred hands clamped over his ears, forcing the cheap plastic speaker of his phone directly against his skull. *Click.* The digital static of the 135th playback hummed through the freezing London flat. > *"Ateş. Don't call me after you read this. My lawyer has already filed the decree in Istanbul and London simultaneously. Let's not make this a primitive village drama. We are nothing now. I have a world now, a real career, and you... you simply don't fit into this picture anymore, Ateş. You're a ghost in a Camden pub, and I am about to be the face of the country. So do us both a favor-sign the damn papers and let's move on."* The voice note cut off. The blue light of the screen died, plunging the room back into a heavy, suffocating dark. In the silence that followed, a low, wet sound broke from the back of his throat-the dry, rattling chuckle of a man who had just realized his entire universe was a currency she used to buy a ticket out of the mud.

Compilation of different OS

Arafta - a random collection of one-shots written whenever inspiration finds me. ♡ My main focus will always be on my ongoing main story, so I won't be very active here. This book is just for fun, random ideas, and the stories I suddenly feel like writing. Different chapters, different emotions, different universes. You can also suggest tropes, plots, or scenarios you'd love to read - maybe your idea will become the next one-shot here.

'I will not allow that fluffy beast anywhere near our bed, Ceylin,' Ilgaz scoffs with furrowed brows and it takes a great willpower for her to not burst out laughing at Ilgaz's sudden grumpiness. 'I won't allow anyone or anything to come between us in the bed, I already have enough of sleeping separately from you for the rest of my life. If you want somebody to sleep and cuddle with then I'm here, I can be your personal teddy bear.'