From Mirza
Knowing that my mother and grandfather believed in the little game we played inside was enough. I had found the bride my grandfather wanted. I was sure that the scoundrel called Yaman would do something. He would never believe it, but I had some plans for him too.
I no longer saw him as my uncle's son or a relative. Everyone who tried to bring me down was an enemy in my eyes, so Yaman was no different from an enemy to me. I had etched everything he did into my mind.
All the evil he did after getting involved with the mafia was still in my memory. I was sure he and his wife would mess with Elfin and me. I needed to take necessary precautions for this. First, I needed to convince my father about this. I knew he would oppose my marriage to Elfin, but this marriage had to happen.
