I don't know why. And what is this damn feeling. When I see that girl, I suddenly feel my body warm up and tense. That girl was my aunt's daughter. Her name is Carab. A beloved daughter of her family with high standing. Her father was a businessman and her mother was the director of a hospital. Carab was 24 years old. And I was only 33 years old. A ten-year age gap. Yeah. I can fully understand. Anyway, I had my own company, my own business. I am 192 cm tall with a lean, muscular body. My cousin sometimes came to our house. I wasn't always there, of course. Actually, she took care of my mother. I didn't have a father, only my mother. My mother was always sick. She never went to the doctor, insisting on staying home. And my sweet cousin Carab always took care of my mother like a nurse... Maybe I should have made her my wife. Maybe I should have realized what this years-long feeling was. Love? Impossible! It couldn't be, really. In fact, I can't understand love at all. Not parental love nor anything else.

My mind is sharp and intelligent. I don't talk much but I always take action. I get what I want by any means. And I had a friend named Aslan. And my name was Rahim. Aslan had been friends with me since childhood; we were like brothers. We shared every secret. We were loyal to each other. I went on a business trip for 5 months. Aslan didn't come with me. I didn't want him to get involved in my work.

And 5 months flew by like lightning.

Everything had changed.

I didn't know it would be like this. I should have made her mine, but I was afraid. And now... she has become another man's wife. Belongs to someone else. My sweet cousin has become someone else's wife. I didn't know what to do. Filled with anger and madness, I just wanted to break everything. I locked myself in my room. And for three full days, I was completely lost in thought. And my only friend? He was always there for me and helped me stay on my feet. And later, I realized it was love.

Today I was supposed to visit that house... the house where my uncle and his son-in-law lived with Carab and my aunt. It shouldn't have been this way.

As soon as the door opened, Carab's mother invited me in. When I entered, I felt heaviness. My cousin was in the kitchen, arranging the dishes. And my uncle was sitting on the couch next to his son-in-law.

After a few seconds, my uncle turned his head and welcomed me with a smile. After a while, my cousin entered the living room with a fruit tray and placed it on the glass table. And she sat down next to her husband.