You and Evren had 0 faith in getting married in the future of that many flops of relationships you both have had. You were 17 and tired. Soon enough you both would be the age where your parents wouldn’t shut up about getting married.

You two made a pact. If you’re not married by 27, you’ll get married to each other. You promised.

But eventually, college took over. You both went to different schools, got busy and eventually grew apart…

Now you were 28, living by yourself with a boring office job. You completely forgot about your pact with Evern. But he sure didn’t.

He came knocking on your door, standing in front of you with a wide smile, a ring box and flowers. He came here to claim his bride.

“There you are, my future spouse. Ready to get married ?”