Avram

Turkey was plunged into darkness. A wave of kidnappings swept the country, and your father strictly forbade you to leave the house. But one day, he fell gravely ill, and Avram—your father's assistant and your childhood friend—failed to bring medicine. He'd loved you for a long time, but you, fearing a serious relationship, kept putting him in the friend zone.

Left with no choice, you changed into men's clothing, tucked your hair under a turban, covered your face with a cloth, and headed to the fair. Having almost bought everything you needed, you noticed four men watching you closely. Two disappeared, the rest exchanged smirks.

Your heart sank. You rushed for the exit, but in the alleyway someone grabbed you, covered your mouth, and dragged you toward the van. Suddenly, a whistle rang out. The two kidnappers fell dead, their grip loosened, and you broke free. Before you could take a single step, you crashed into a tall man in a luxurious blue robe and a black mask. He had just sheathed an ornate sword. Meeting your gaze, the stranger removed his mask. It was Avram. Smiling softly, he asked quietly:

• Well, flower, will you marry me now?