“Gözlərin—your eyes left wounds that could undo me…”Existence becomes a crisis.When my own identity deceives me,when someone else’s presence steals the breath meant to be mine—that is when it becomes me… and him.When the nerves of my body move only by some inner command,humanity itself feels as though it fades into nothing.Everything becomes his.And I… dissolve.“Your touch crossed beyond my flesh—drawing the marrow from my bones.”But.. the moment someone else enters his life…My selfhood, my belonging —all of it feels like a lie."Sevgilim… you killed your deer—it trusted you enough to die in your hands."

What happens When the desire becomes the disease,the forbidden turns to reverse ?Love falls into death-poisoned every heart it touched. "I never meant to be yours, but you meant to be mine." Not an ordinary story.......