In the Grand hall of Hakan enterprise. There within were employees. They strode around, filling the place with a sort of rushed chatters and desperate coffee slurps. That was a kind of nervousness that one man lacked. Nur Hakan. He stood by under the enormous chandelier, pressing the phone against his ears.
His words, short, calculated. Cyan eyes flicked to his right--then halting before he ended the call. Mert Tarkan... his eyes darkened, "Keep an eye on him and you be sure that... the recent incident does not please me" He clenched his fist, "Smoke does not come from nothing--there has to be a fire that was made and by someone" a beat then--"We cannot allow Devils to rule us... Ahmet" his voice lowered. The past incident really has upset him--with the death of a senior of officer of the H-complex. It wasn't all unclear at all to who would have done this. He then turned, the automatic doors parted as inside came in--Cagan Korkut.
"Speaking of the devil"... he ended the call right there and there. His lips curling, Cagan... The auburn haired man strode to him, parting his arms. "Nur" he smiles. The two men made their way to each other and hugged. "Agh... dude, could not see you after graduation" he muffled-murmured. "What a man you are, just vanished after collage"... Nur's eyes fell though a faint smile came to his lips, "Yeah...? uhm" he grazed the back of his head, "We will talk about it, later" Cagan nodded, "Later it is then"
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A black Luminova drove down the late afternoon streets of Istanbul. As inside sat a frustrated Ayse Azra. Her Hand pricked at her long, magenta robe as her hazel eyes flickered out. The buildings seemed to be a haze... more calmer. The passing lights--they seemed to give her a sort of yearning for her past. Oh her very peaceful past before her mother's death. Her father had loved too much, so much so that when she passed away--he also did, in a way, at least. He didn't even gaze at his son's face. Perhaps he thought her brother was the reason her mother died...? but she didn't know, she didn't know anything back then--after all she was just a child. Tore between her mother's death and her father's absence. They abandoned them--in their own way.
Though she couldn't help but think who in the right mind would marry a man like Nur to their daughter. Nur Hakan. His eyes... how he lowered his voice when he wanted something. The man obviously had no one said "no" to him. He was entitled, just like his father, Emre Yousef.
Hah* a soft breath left her quivering lips as she murmured for the driver to shut the window. She then skimmed her fingers over her shoulders and arched her head back.
Her eyes then flickered up. Getting rid of him wasn't so easy... this was Nur Hakan--not some kitchen staff. He wasn't anyone to joke with. He was both physically and mentally... Mature? she shook her head, stronger? she dropped her lips into a pout. She couldn't even describe him. The man was truly something.
Though... "Captivate him, Ayse" She looked away, heat creeping up her neck. "Make him fall for you in a way he would have no suspicion of you" Mert tilted his head, his eyes unreadable. "That is the only way"... a beat "I am not telling you to do anything wrong"... She didn't answer though only looked at him. "B-But, it is Nur Hakan we are talking--"He isn't any better" Her brows furrowed.
Mert inched in, "Dear sister... Hakan is a man, I am too--I now what a man wants" He smiles, an un natural one that barely reached his eyes. "You will be just fine" Ayse nods reluctantly. Though the idea indeed scared her. Her & Nur Hakan? she couldn't even imagine.
Meanwhile... Back in the Yildiz estate, in the study sat, Burak Dogan. He flipped through the pages of documents. They were his will. He adjusted the glass as memories flood in.
--Father... he gazed at him with those same pair of blues that he had, wearing his uniform. Though these ones were anything but obedient.
--I do not want a single penny from you... his hands clenched. "All I want... is you, dad" He shook his head, tears swelling at his eyes. "What did I do to you that you abstained from me since my birth?" Burak didn't say a word, he only looked away. "Go... Mehmet" though he shook his head and inched in. "You know... you have always shooed me away" a pause "But... now?" He pressed. Burak heaved a sigh, crossing his arms behind his back as he stood there like a statue. Mehmet watched--then his lips curled as he let out a low, dry chuckle, "May I never get to see y--a sharp, piercing slap cut the silence of the room.
Mehmet's face turned, his eyes fell then up to his front. His father stood there with an unreadable face. His chest heaved and fell with every breath. His eyes? they were pure terror. "How... his brows knitted as he tilted his head, dare you?"... Mehmet only looked. He watched as Burak inched in. He fisted his hands which were still tingling from the slap. "How dare you question my authority?" Mehmet's jaw clenched. His eyes were ever so fiery, he didn't glance away. "I am your father! I let you stay all these years within in my manor! you lived here without a worry about your clothes or a single morsel! I gave you the best education that I could! Even when my Meryem passed... Mehmet's head dropped. He then sobbed--not like a man but like a child. He sobbed like he wanted to spill his heart out. To scream until his voice break, to cry until even the tears had enough.
Burak's gaze faltered, as if a spell broke, he inched in closer. "Mehmet...?" He didn't move. "Mehmet?"... he didn't answer, instead he slumped to the floor. "I never complained to you on that... did I?"... a beat. He then gazed up, "All I wanted was my father"... Burak stood still. "Have you ever attended my graduation? be it middle school or collage? Did you know any of my teachers? have you ever talked with them about me? In the national track and fields, I fell right before the finish line. My legs were swollen from the running--though I pushed it through and won. When they announced my name and handed me the gold medal, who do you think I was looking for?"
Burak's mouth parted, yet barely anything came. Mehmet... I--"And... the times you shunned me at family gatherings... he shook his head, When your business men ridiculed me right in front of you--you sat there, tongue-tied"
He reached for him--yet Mehmet stepped back. "N-No father... not anymore will I do that"... he ended. Before Burak could say anything else--Mehmet turned and stormed out.
Burak's frail hand loosened his grip on the pen as he then let it drop to the floor--he gazed at it down. Then sighed. He slightly bend down to reach for the pen--just as he was about raise up, a knock fell.
"Husein?"... he called. The door then clicked opened. Burak rose up as soon as he did. His brows furrowed-because there stood not Husein but--"Mert...?"
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The chauffeur took a sharp turn. Soon they were in the Yildiz's complex. Ayse stared out, her eyes roaming over the iron gates. She then took the sight of the garden. How empty they seemed.
The vehicle was then parked, from within--she gazed up--then turned to her right to see a car driving away. Ayse's brows furrowed, "Was that dad?" Though she knew that, that... could not have been an Yildiz's car, it seemed to foreign. She stepped outside and continued to make her way in.
Inside the marble tiled floors and the elongated hallway--Ayse walked. Her hands grazed over the ones warm walls which now seemed cold out. From outside the door stood Husein--stood. His eyes flickered to the direction of her, then went back to the ground. Ayse greeted him and he greeted her back.
"Madam... it is best if you leave, Sir Burak to just be as he has a little bit of a headache" Ayse's brows shot up, "Headache...? Husein... is my dad okay? she lowered her voice, "Did something happen with my brother and him?" He shook his head, "Nothing of such madam but... Ayse sighed and knocked the door. "Madam... please"... Upon not getting a response--she twisted the knob, only to find it already unlocked.
She then entered the room and closed the door behind her back. Burak Dogan was there in his seat. His eyes were on a book. He flipped through the yellow-tinted passages with fine precision. Dad...? he halted for just a second, then, without looking up, "Ayse... She smiled a bitter smile, "Not even a welcome?" He didn't reply. Not yet. He just glanced up at her, "You are married Ayse... you have a new home now" a pause her lips parted though only a breath escaped. "I do not need to welcome you" a beat "Why are you here?"... Ayse's eyes widened, "I am here to check up on you, dad...! she hissed. "Well you seen me, it is enough" She looks to the ground, "So... that's it? hah? after getting me married against my will to that... Hakan and sending my brother away?"
Burak couldn't help but raise his brows, she was still this stubborn. "Ayse... go before I call the guards" Her eyes fell, she then turned, her hands grazed against the cold, yet familiar door knob. As she then looked at him one more time. Though his eyes stayed entirely fixed to the book he had. Ayse Azra walked out of the room. Tears pooling over her eyes yet she bit through it. Sparing a glance to no one, she soon exited the manor.