A Soulless Man

ISTANBULThe young man leaned a little further on the bench he was sitting on and opened his arms. He lifted his head. Everything was turned upside down by the news he received a few days ago. He is the only child of the family, the only person who will be the head of that family after his father. The only heir... Now this is the city he loves so much..."What will I do without you? What if you don't come?"The young man drew his cold green eyes from the blue sea and looked at the girl whose hair was blowing in the wind. This girl loved herself, but herself? He looked into her eyes; cold, meaningless, dull, expressionless..."I have to go. As for you. I don't love you. I don't feel anything. I don't understand why you came anyway."The girl stood up, pulling her hair that was covering her face from the wind. He followed the sea. Then the cold face of the man she loved… She loved this man no matter what. And like crazy."Is that all?"The young man raised an eyebrow and looked

Kerem raised an eyebrow at Hande and looked at her proud stance, and for a reason he didn't know, he was in a good mood. What could be better than telling this girl who thinks she is something, that nothing is happening? Someone who was condescending to others had come to do business with money in his house and across from him. Unexpectedly, he turned his emotionless blank gaze to his mother."You know the reason I came here! If my father was going to have a physiotherapist, why wasn't I told!?"Nevra looked at Altan with concern. Her husband turned his tearful eyes towards the window again, and it did not bode well. Kerem would not leave a stone on a stone that would burn the ground now! He tried to control his trembling voice with trembling pupils and tried to smile at Hande."Son, we were going to tell you, you didn't listen. And Hande-""Not listening doesn't mean you do

While the applause was rising, it was Kerem's footsteps, echo and hum that filled his ears, which Hande heard despite those voices. He freshened his trembling breath when Kerem came to the stage without looking at himself and took the award given by the presenter without smiling. Holding his head upright, he cast a haughty look at the person in front of him and looked at him with a serious expression. When the presenter extended the microphone towards Kerem, Kerem took a hard look at the presenter, said something and retreated. Hande could not express her astonishment when she saw that the color of the server had faded. He was a live witness to an event that was considered impossible. Yes, it wouldn't be like that!While Kerem was handing the plaque to Hande, their eyes met for a moment. The cold green eyes that look terribly and the black, proud eyes that contrast with him... Hande took the plaque from Kerem and looked at her outstretched hand for a few seconds. He held out his hand