Arman Kaya - Turkey's most powerful mafia king. Cold, ruthless, and feared by everyone who dared whisper his name. But behind the steel of his command was a man consumed by one weakness - his wife Leyla and their three-year-old daughter Zeynep.
She was his calm in the chaos, the only softness he ever allowed himself to touch.
Leyla Kaya, twenty-six, sweet and gentle, loved the simple joys of life - the scent of new flowers, the melody of her piano, and the warmth of her daughter's laughter. But the walls of Arman's empire hid shadows she could no longer ignore.
One night, she disappeared - without a word, leaving behind only her wedding ring and favorite locket.
No one knew why.
What could drive a woman so full of love to run from the man who gave her everything?
What secret did she uncover that made her choose vanishing over staying?
A year later, a quiet caretaker arrives at the Kaya mansion to look after little Zeynep.
Her face is different, her name unfamiliar - yet something about her presence unsettles Arman to his core.
Her touch feels known. Her eyes, hauntingly familiar.
Because some love stories don't end with goodbye.
They wait - hidden behind new faces, new names, and memories that refuse to die.
Tagline: 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓.
⚠️ 𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕣
This story contains 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀. Reader discretion is advised.
If these themes make you uncomfortable, please don't read further. I don't tolerate negativity or moral lectures - this is fiction, not real life. I don't support such acts; they exist only to show pain, growth, and redemption. The story will end with
𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗲
"𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦."
(The book is in English. There are no Hindi to English or English to Hindi translations.)
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"You choose a cafe to meet me instead of a good restaurant." Arman commented as soon as he sat down in front of her.
"I like it." She replied. "It's more my style." She taunted.
He stiffened a bit but chose not to make any comments. "Why did you ask to meet me here? When is this whole 'I want space' ordeal going to be over?"
Alia closed her eyes. The way he said it made her feel stupid about it but that was not true. She had every right to put herself first.
"Now," She answered. She slipped her hand inside the purse that she had kept down. Taking the documents out from it, she placed it on the table and slid it to him. "Either you tell me the truth about this and why is your signature on it or you forget about me coming to your house. Period."
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Falling in love is never easy especially in a society with systems like patriarchy and orthodox beliefs still exist.
But it all seemed easy to her, until the first tragedy struck and then continued to fall upon her.
Now the question is; Will he hold her hand through them or will he become the typical man of today's society?