Slowly...You Will Fall In Love

Chapter 1: The innocence of love

In the heart of Istanbul, beneath the warm glow of twinkling city lights, Can and Zara sat at an open-air restaurant. The aroma of delicious Turkish cuisine filled the air, but their thoughts were preoccupied with the challenges that lay ahead.

Can, a kind-hearted young man with a determined look in his eyes, leaned forward and said, "Zara, I'm trying my best to convince my family. I promise, they'll understand."

Zara, an elegant and confident woman, looked into Can's eyes, a hint of worry in her expression. "Can, I appreciate your efforts, but I can't help but be scared. Your family is quite traditional, and I fear they might not accept me."

Can reach across the table, gently taking Zara's hand in his. "Zara, don't worry. Emir Bey will handle everything. He's a man of wisdom, and he cares about us deeply."

Zara's eyes softened as she squeezed Can's hand. "I trust my Emir abi, but I don't trust your family's reaction. They may think our backgrounds are too different."

Can chuckled, the sound carrying a mix of affection and humor. "Zara, it's not only your family that worries about our status; it's my family too that believes that we don't match. You're from a wealthy family, and I come from a middle-class background. I wonder if, after marriage, I'll be able to provide everything that makes you happy."

Zara's smile radiated warmth as she looked deeply into Can's eyes. "Can, money isn't everything in life. My Emir abi has always taught me that. True happiness comes from love, trust, and being with the one you truly care about. As long as we have that, we'll be rich in the things that truly matter."

Their hands remained entwined, and the backdrop of Istanbul's enchanting skyline served as a testament to the love and hope that Can and Zara shared as they faced their uncertain future together.

In the bustling corridors of an NGO camp, a blood donation event was in full swing. The doctors and nurses were busy attending to the donors, ensuring that everything ran smoothly. Outside, the media had gathered, their cameras and microphones poised, waiting for something newsworthy to happen.

In a hushed conversation, the doctor and nurse stood together, keeping an eye on the growing media presence. The doctor remarked, "It seems that whenever this man comes here, he brings along a swarm of problems for us."

The nurse, however, took a more sympathetic view. "No, it's not all his fault. Just look at him. He's a wealthy man, yet he carries himself with such humility and grace. He genuinely wants to help with the noble causes we work for. It's the media that's always on his heels, trying to capture every detail of his life."

As they spoke, a figure emerged in the corridor, commanding attention without even trying. Emir, a handsome man with fair features and a well-groomed beard, smiled at the nurse as he approached. With a casual flick, he elegantly unfolded his sleeves. "I'm glad to be a part of this noble cause," he said with sincerity in his voice.

The nurse couldn't help but look at him adoringly, her gaze drawn to his beautiful eyes. Emir's presence had a way of captivating those around him.

Emir continued on his way, making his path toward the exit. As he stepped outside, he reached for his sunglasses, adding a touch of undeniable charm to his already dapper appearance. His slaying walk exuded confidence and style as he made his way to his luxurious black car.

The media, having caught wind of his presence, tried to gather around him, but his vigilant guard gently opened the car door, allowing Emir to step inside. With a subtle nod of gratitude to the guard, the car smoothly pulled away, leaving behind a sense of admiration and intrigue in its wake.

At the Polat House, an air of anticipation filled the living room as the family prepared for the arrival of guests. Cansu, the mother, was busy in the kitchen, bustling about as she meticulously arranged dishes and made sure everything was perfect for the occasion.