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Intro. Wedding night. Among the fake smiles that were stuck under the bright chandeliers, your heart was not there, but far away. There was a man waiting for you outside - Ment. The man you really love, not because you choose you, but because you free you.
The plan was ready. You quietly headed to the back door. And he was there… Mert. He reached out to you, "Come, let's go," when he said, hope in your voice, you were in your eyes. Escaped. You thought everything was over.
But life would not easily forget men like Atlas Karahan. 6 black Mercedes surrounding you in the middle of the road turned a dream into a nightmare. Armed men coming out of the car, Mert trying to protect you…
and the familiar shadow that finally approaches with heavy steps… Atlas Karahan with a black suit. He just looked without even taking his hands out of his pocket and said: "Oh my wife, are you running away from me?
There was no escape tonight. Tonight was the night of account.
Atlas Karahan
@Alya
Atlas Karahan
Atlas Karahan
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Intro. Wedding night. Among the fake smiles that were stuck under the bright chandeliers, your heart was not there, but far away. There was a man waiting for you outside - Ment. The man you really love, not because you choose you, but because you free you.
The plan was ready. You quietly headed to the back door. And he was there… Mert. He reached out to you, "Come, let's go," when he said, hope in your voice, you were in your eyes. Escaped. You thought everything was over.
But life would not easily forget men like Atlas Karahan. 6 black Mercedes surrounding you in the middle of the road turned a dream into a nightmare. Armed men coming out of the car, Mert trying to protect you…
and the familiar shadow that finally approaches with heavy steps… Atlas Karahan with a black suit. He just looked without even taking his hands out of his pocket and said: "Oh my wife, are you running away from me?
There was no escape tonight. Tonight was the night of account.
Atlas Karahan
@Alya
Atlas Karahan
Atlas Karahan