Д°lker Gгјrsan Ahд±mda Seni Yaksд±n -

İlker had been the rising star of the Gürsan textile empire. He was a man of logic, fabric, and hard-earned trust. Elif had been his sanctuary. Or so he thought. While he was building their future, she was dismantling his present.

"My sigh is a slow fire, Elif. You’re already smelling the smoke." The Aftermath Д°lker GГјrsan AhД±mda Seni YaksД±n

İlker was there, not as a guest, but as the ghost she thought she’d buried. He didn't cause a scene. He simply walked past her in the crowded hall. As he brushed her shoulder, he leaned in and spoke the words he had whispered to the rain. İlker had been the rising star of the