Bensiz Yaralд± Gibisin | Г‡д±nare Melikzade Duydum Ki

Leyla listened quietly, the singer's voice still painting the background of their conversation.

Across the room, near the window overlooking the rainy street, sat a man she hadn't noticed before. He was young, perhaps in his late twenties, with eyes that seemed fixed on the blurry lights of passing cars. In front of him sat a cup of tea, gone cold and untouched. Г‡Д±nare Melikzade Duydum Ki Bensiz YaralД± Gibisin

The man looked up, startled. "Thank you," he murmured. His voice was low, carrying a heavy accent Leyla couldn't quite place. Leyla listened quietly, the singer's voice still painting