Leyla and Ozan had finally returned to Istanbul. The moment they landed, the city felt different somehow — as if it had softened around them, waiting for their story to continue.
Ozan, in true Ozan fashion, refused to let Leyla feel even a hint of normal life. He spoiled her endlessly: roses arriving every morning, an unlimited credit card casually tossed onto her vanity, designer clothes she never even asked for.
But the one thing Leyla loved most — more than diamonds, more than all the luxurious dinners — was flowers.
Ozan knew.
So he built her a garden.
Not just any garden, but a living, breathing fairy tale.
It stretched across a wide courtyard at their mansion, every corner bursting with color and life. Roses in every shade — blood red, blush pink, creamy white, and deep velvety purple. Jasmine climbed delicately up hidden archways, filling the air with a sweet, almost hypnotic fragrance. Peonies stood heavy and soft like whispered secrets, while tulips swayed gently in the breeze, as if dancing just for her.
Petals shimmered under the sun like tiny jewels, and when the wind moved through, it felt as though the entire garden exhaled, sighing in relief and joy.
Leyla stepped into it for the first time barefoot, her eyes wide, her lips parting in pure wonder. She bent down to touch a rose petal, her fingers trembling slightly as if afraid it would vanish.
"This… is all for me?" she whispered, barely able to believe it.
Ozan, standing a few steps behind her, simply nodded. His expression was unreadable — somewhere between pride and a silent, possessive affection.
Leyla turned to look at him, her eyes shining brighter than any diamond he could buy.
"It's beautiful," she said.
"No," he replied, his voice low and rough. "You're beautiful. This garden is nothing compared to you."
Leyla swallowed hard, her heart stuttering in her chest. The garden was a love letter in flowers — a confession written in roses, jasmine, and sunlit petals.
And for the first time in a long time, she didn't know what to say back.
"Seni seviyorum, Ozan.... Seni çok çok seviyorum Ozan" Leyla replied.
(I love you, Ozan.... I love you so so much)