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WELCOME TO BRIAR RIDGEΒ FAHRIYE KOCAKΒ ! WHO IS KNOWN AS βΒ FAEΒ β AND WAS RECENTLY SEEN LEAVING HER HOME IN Β BRIAR RIDGE HILLS. SHE IS CURRENTLYΒ THIRTY - TWO YEARS OLD. SHE RESEMBLESΒ NESLIHAN ATAGULΒ AND IS A Β REAL ESTATE AGENT AT Β BALLENGER REALTY. THEYβRE BEST KNOWN FORΒ WEARING HER MOTHERS BROKEN WATCH ALL DAY, EVERY DAY. AND EVEN THOUGH SHE KNOWS IT DOESNβT WORK, FAHRIYE STILL HAS A HABIT OF CHECKING THE TIMEΒ AND ALSO, Β SHE IS IN THE PROCESS OF PUTTING IN AN OFFER TO BECOME PART OWNER OF BALLENGER REALTY. WHAT IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO KNOW ABOUT Β HER Β IS THAT Β FAHRIYE WAS DIAGNOSED WITH MONOCULAR VISION AND WILL EVENTUALLY BE COMPLETELY BLIND IN HER LEFT EYE.
fahriyeβs childhood was not just filled with expectations, but also shaped by intricate family dynamics that painted a complex picture of love, support, and unspoken tension.
from a young age, fahriye sat back and quietly observed the interactions between her sister, perihan, and their parents, can and sevda. love permeated their home, but beneath the surface, there was an undercurrent of misunderstanding. despite their best intentions, can and sevda struggled to comprehend the unique aspirations and dreams that their eldest daughter perihan harboured.Β
this divergence in understanding created a palpable tension within the household, a sort of silent struggle that fahriye could perceive, even in her innocence. it was in this environment that her internal compass began to form β a need to be the mediator, the peacemaker, the fixer. fahriye took on the weight of this familial discord, vowing to alleviate the pressure that was seemingly suffocating her sister.Β
to shield perihan from their parentsβ unyielding expectations, fae molded herself into the embodiment of their desires. she became everything that can and sevda admired β collected, docile, and a perennial overachiever. fae excelled academically and socially, striving to shine in every aspect of her life. however, this unintentional metamorphosis came with unforeseen consequences; she found herself drifting away from her sister, the very person she sought to protect.
yet, as she embraced her parents ambitions and internalized them as her own, she began to lose sight of her individuality. before she fully grasped the implications of her transformation, the natural course of life saw perihan graduating and stepping into a new world β one where fahriye felt increasingly left behind.
the sisterly bond that once linked them was now threaded with unspoken rivalry and confusion, causing fahriye to wonder if her path of compliance and achievement had truly been the right choice. as she navigated the blurred lines of expectation and identity.
high school came and went, taking with it a flurry of awards, scholarships, and celebrations that marked the end of an era. each accolade was a testament to the hard work and dedication fahriye had poured into her studies, yet there was a gnawing emptiness that accompanied these achievements. the only person she truly longed to share all this joy with was her older sister, perihan, who was currently on the far side of the globe.Β
with perihan absent during these pivotal transitions in life, fahriye struggled with a profound sense of hollowness. she craved her sisterβs presence, the way they used to share laughter and dreams. yet, deep inside, fahriye yearned for perihanβs acknowledgment of her successes, for her sister to cheer her on as they had always done. as she moved into her first couple of years at university for business and administration, this absence began to seep into her consciousness, transforming into a complex web of emotions that festered into resentment.Β
fahriye, was the first to notice the unsettling changes in her mother. these transformations started with something as seemingly innocuous as tunnel vision, gradually escalating to the troubling inability to recognize familiar faces. alongside these visual impairments came noticeable shifts in her motherβs mood β an unsettling volatility that left fahriye both worried and frustrated. she repeatedly encouraged her mother to undergo testing, convinced that these symptoms were serious and warranted medical attention. however, sevda, much like her own daughter, perihan βwho had always shown an unyielding streak of stubbornnessβ was resistant to the idea of seeking help.
fahriye had recently completed her studies with impressive grades and had begun working as a business consultant for a few years, and while she did that - fae began taking night classes in order to get her real estate licence β a time when her life was beginning to flourish beyond her familyβs challenges.
after much persistence and frustration, fae finally managed to compel sevda to undergo a series of tests, which ultimately delivered the heart-wrenching news: her mother was diagnosed with early onset alzheimerβs. the gravity of this diagnosis weighed heavily on fahriye, but her ever-pragmatic mindset led her to take swift action. she had already made arrangements for sevdaβs care in a well-reviewed memory care facility located a few towns over, with the understanding that her father would follow suit in this new living arrangement.
now, clearing out the family home fell on the shoulders of perihan and fahriye. while the prospect of selling the family home was bittersweet, fahriye found solace in her sisterβs presence; it provided an emotional boost during a time fraught with turmoil. having her sister back, even if only temporarily, brought a sense of comfort amidst the chaos.
adding to the complexity of their situation, fahriye was navigating her own health challenges. she had recently received a diagnosis of monocular vision, a condition that signified she was losing sight in one eye. the emotional weight of this revelation was overwhelming for her.
although she was devastated by the thought of her diminishing vision, perihan had a fierce determination not to let it derail her plans for furthering her education or interrupting her vibrant lifestyle.
however, the confluence of her personal dilemmas, responsibilities at work, now a full time real estate agent, and her physical limitations was a balancing act that was beginning to stretch her to her limits. the pressure is mounting, and she could sense that she was inching closer to her own breaking point.
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big fan of anthony bourdain. fahriye has his books, had watches his shows thrice over, and has even met him twice before he sadly passed.
fahriye is currently struggling with an adderall addiction.Β
fahriye simply wants to fix people. unfortunately, itβs become a rather obsessive desire.
always gets caught drinking only coffee, cherry vanilla or cherry coca cola. doesnβt drink alcohol, no she will not dd BUT sheβll vemo you money for an uber!
always in a twitter argument with some idiot who thinks they know more than her.
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»» ⸻ saturday afternoon at his estate in briar ridge hills
»» ⸻ with @faekocak !
Β Β Β βΒ βΈ» Hi, thanks for meeting me. I know no one really likes or wants to work on a Saturday,Β β Niko greeted as he made his way to meet the realtor at her vehicle in front of the estate he'd bought a couple of months ago. Between work and medical things with hisΒ Ξ³ΞΉΞ±Ξ³ΞΉΞ¬ this was really the only availability he'd had throughout the week. β I know your part is technically all done but the contractor your office recommended is, well, come take a lookβ β With a wave of his hand Niko directed her to follow him in the direction he'd just come from.Β
Inside the home that was perhaps a bit too grandiose for one person Niko led her to the kitchen that was halfway through it's makeover. No workers were onsite that day and the remodel might look like it was going well, efficient even, but he stopped at the large island in the center of the room. Atop it were a few selections of tiles, two different pieces of wood that looked strikingly identical, and some papers that would appear to be invoices or receipts. Niko rested his hand on the edge of the island and turned to Fahriye, β would you like a water or coffee, anything? β One hand gestured outward and held in the air, opening up to the kitchen in silent offer. β If you don't have other appointments later and would prefer something stronger I've got a decent wine selection and liquor cabinent as well. β
" hi, mr. ramsey. and, please, it's no bother at all, it's honestly a pleasure, " fahriye said with a warm smile, waving a polite hand of dismissal after tossing her car keys into her elegantly crafted, walnut-coloured purse. " thank you so much for inviting me back to the home. lead the way, " she added, her voice laced with genuine appreciation and a hint of anticipation. she gestured slightly towards the front door, eager to continue their conversation and perhaps, finally see the project she'd been consulting on come to life.
inside the home, an immediate sense of refined beauty still washed over fahriye. the aesthetics were undeniably captivating, a carefully curated symphony of colour, texture, and light. fahriye doesn't think this house would ever cease to amaze her. but after allowing herself a brief moment to appreciate the home's grandiose nature, the awe quickly gave way to a more pragmatic, analytical approach.
as dramatic as it might seem, fahriye had developed a routine of treating a home like a meticulous crime scene investigator would approach a case. her eyes, once captivated by the decor, now sharpened, scanning for telltale signs such as subtle water stains on the ceiling, the faint tell of mold in a dark corner, or any potential safety concerns like loose railings or exposed wiring. the beauty, while appreciated, was secondary to ensuring the house was a safe and sound.
the rich brown of thigh-high, heeled boots created a soft, rhythmic click against the unfinished floors as she followed niko into the barley completed kitchen. the air still carried the scent of sawdust and fresh stain, a testament to the ongoing renovation. she moved with a graceful confidence, each step deliberate, a counterpoint to the chaotic energy of the construction.
slowly, she rounded the far side of the central island, her gaze immediately drawn to the collection of samples laid out before her. a mosaic of possibilities: tiles in various shades and textures, example pieces of wood showcasing different grains and finishes, and a scattering of papers that looked suspiciously like invoices or receipts β the grim realities of any home improvement project, no matter how well off one is..
niko, an immediately and ever attentive host, which fahriye appreciated offered, ' water? coffee? anything? ' then, the offer of ' something stronger, '
fahriye responded with a polite smile and a gentle shake of her head. thick, chocolate brown ringlets, expertly styled, followed the movement with a soft sway. she didn't have the heart to explain that she wasn't meant to be impolite, but simply doesnβt consume alcohol. and call her paranoid, but she also adhered to a personal rule, born from an overactive imagination and because it was something that her parents hammered into her: she never took a drink from someone she didn't know well, particularly not a man, and especially not when alone with said man.
" no, thank you, " she replied, her voice a smooth alto. " i've already had enough coffee this morning to fuel three people, and i have water back in my car. i'm perfectly fine. " a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in her stance revealed a guarded awareness, a silent calculation playing out behind her warm brown eyes. " what can i help you with, mr. ramsey? " fahriye asks him, never one for small talk, conversation warm ups. she would rather get right to business, right to the point, and right from the owner of the estates mouth. that way nothing can go amiss.
Finn hadn't been too concerned when Addie took off, knowing that she'd find her way back to him while he cleared away the last of the notifications off his phone. The light blinking had alerted him to missed messages and calls, all of which were better served to be ignored for the moment and could be answered later when he made it back to his apartment. At least out here it felt calmer, somewhere that he could take a breather without anyone looking at him with questions to answers that he didn't have since coming back home again.
But it seemed that as he caught up to what he thought was his dog, it was another dog altogether. Addie wasn't sitting before him, but almost an identical twin to his own dog as he shot it a smile. "You look an awful lot like my Addie, but I think you must belong to someone else." The dog in question reminded him a lot of his own, but he could tell after taking a closer look how there were a few differences between the two of them. "You haven't happened to have seen her, have you?"
Almost as if listening to him and without a doubt, the other dog took off in a direction that was just out of sight of his original walking path while Finn followed behind just a few paces.
with sudden, unnerving alertness, the dog became rigid. its ears shot up, swivelling like radar dishes, and its head snapped to one side, as if catching a whisper on the wind. fahriye wondered what had triggered the change. it must have heard something β perhaps a chipmunk, or the distant chime of a bell? a small, almost mournful whine escaped the animal before it unleashed a full-throated bark and took off at an astonishing speed, disappearing into the bustling crowd.
fahriye straightened to stand on her feet, shading her eyes to follow its fleeting form, but the dog was already lost around the curve of the path. just as quickly as it had vanished, another dog, familiar and playful, bounded into view. fahriye had to blink thrice to understand that the dog that was now coming toward her was aykiz.
" aykiz, there you are, kΔ±zΔ±m ( my girl ), " fahriye called out, relief softening her features. she laughed lightly at her companion, who dipped her head in a playful bow at her feet. " where were you? who were you bothering, hm? " she knelt down once more, giving aykiz a few affectionate pats, the dog's thick fur warm beneath her hand.
just then, another figure emerged from around the path. it was a man, and following beside was the same dog that had so abruptly bolted away moments earlier. " it looks like we have long lost siblings on our hands, " fahriye said, a genuine grin spreading across her face. aykiz, her tail wagging furiously, bounced excitedly back over to the stranger, then starts sniffing at the new dog. " i hope she didn't cause you too much trouble. as you can tell, she's very ... social. " fahriye chuckles, a bit wearily. aykiz, her ever-enthusiastic border collie, thrived on meeting new people, a whirlwind of wagging tail and happy barks aimed squarely at anyone who dared cross their path. aykizΒ lovedΒ strangers, loved interacting.
fahriye, on the other hand, felt differently about β unscheduled interactions. it was a bit of a running joke amongst her and olivia that fahriye's dog and her job β as a real estate agent, ironically β forced her to be social. about how she was basically living a double life: a hermit at home, and a faux-extrovert when she left the house. but jokes are never far from the truth, are they.
Since moving to Briar Ridge, she'd been living with her older brother, Cem. Pinar deeply cherished the time that they had been spending together, making up for lost years. Her daughter equally enjoyed the late night treats that Cem never failed to spoil her with. But, as much as she loved their arrangement, Pinar knew that it would be time to carve out a space for herself in time. She wanted a home for her and her daughter, where they could truly grow to together. She had no intention of leaving Briar Ridge, not unless life forced her hand.
For now, Pinar was focused on the present as she stepped into Ballenger Reality and approached the front desk. After letting the receptionist know that she had an appointment with Fahriye Kocak, she was directed to take a seat. Pinar did, settling in and absentmindedly scrolling through social media as she waited. It wasn't long before Pinar heard her name and she promptly stood up, making her way over to the woman, "Hi," she breathed the word with a smile, "I'm Pinar," obviously, but she felt as if she needed to introduce herself in person.
after concluding a call with a client, fahriye, a wave of practiced professionalism smoothing her expression, rose from her desk and left the comforting familiarity of her office. she navigated the bustling corridor towards the front of the office, her steps purposeful as she prepared to greet her next appointment, who she found waiting for her in a seat. " hi, pinar. i'm fahriye. it's a pleasure to meet you, " fahriye extended her hand, a warm smile gracing her face. the turkish community was always strong in briar ridge, but fahriye had witnessed considerable growth in her real estate business over the past few years.
but it was the prospect of assisting fellow turkish individuals that truly ignited a special spark within her. to fahriye, finding the perfect home for a turkish client felt akin to assisting family, imbuing her work with a sense of connection and shared heritage that transcended mere business transactions. she understood the importance of finding a home that felt like a true extension of their culture and heritage, and she thrived on making that a reality for them.
" please, follow me to my office. would you like anything before we begin? " fahriye asked pinar on the way to the office, her voice laced with genuine hospitality. she held the door open for the other woman to enter, gesturing towards a comfortable seating area bathed in sunlight. " i'm getting a tea myself, " she added, already moving towards a small kitchenette tucked away in the corner. " perhaps some back tea? or something else? coffee, water, an energy drink? we have everything, " she paused half leaning in the door frame, offering a variety of options with a welcoming glance.
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location:Β garden of eden
"Whoa, hey..." Taner had attempted to get the woman's attention. When he'd glanced over it had been the perfect timing. Right at the moment her fingertips fell away from ghosting over the petal of some flower he didn't know the name of and her hand fell to her side Taner had caught the delicate chain slip off her wrist and fall to the ground. He scooped it up before it got trampled or kicked under something and followed after the woman as she browsed. "This just fell off your wrist," he said as he offered it back to her, "clasp is broken. Pretty easy fix though." The welder usually saw most material things that way. "I might have a set of tools in my truck... unless you would rather take it to a jeweler," Taner shrugged, he wouldn't be offended if she did. Especially if the piece was sentimental.
" impressive catch, " fae comments, her voice a carefully neutral tone, though a flicker of surprise betrays her. her gaze is fixed on her delicate silver bracelet, the fine chain now resting in the hands of a stranger. she hadn't even noticed it break, nor had she noticed that a chain was loose. " you'd fix it? right here, right now? " she asks, a slight upward inflection suggesting more incredulity than genuine inquiry. like the man said, it was an easy fix. a simple loop of the clasp, a gentle squeeze with pliers, and it would be as good as new. fahriye could probably do it herself in a matter of seconds.
but, her job is to constantly service people, a constant flow of requests and fulfillments. so when someone gives fae a hand, offers her assistance instead of demanding it, it feels foreign. a bit wrong. a strange discomfort prickles at the back of her neck, it's almost unsettling. " ... yes, please. if you have the tools, then please, go ahead. " fahriye tucks a few strands of brunette locks behind her ears before reaching into her purse and fishing out her wallet. " how much would you like to be reimbursed? "
Olivia should really keep better track of just how many days she winds up strolling into work late, yet that required a sort of discipline, and wage, that she hadn't attained yet. It also wasn't as if the office needed her there on time every single day, since the phones weren't ringing off the hook that early anyway, and emails could wait until she dragged herself in. Given how the building never seemed to be falling apart by the time she arrived, it was safe to say that her flawed routine worked out for everyone β or it normally did.
She had just gotten out of bed and started to pull herself together when she heard the sound of her phone vibrating on her nightstand, and judging by the time, she knew who it was. How Fae could be such an early bird and assume everyone else wanted to be bothered before 10 AM, she didn't know, yet she knew this was her usual wake up. Walking over and unlocking her phone, she knitted her brows in confusion when she read the text.
OLIVIA HARRIS: I'll be there in fifteen.
She was sure that Fae was exaggerating, but Liv cut her routine in half and just tossed on a pair of black dress pants and a floral print blouse, slid her feet into a pair of heels, and brushed hair up into a messy bun before finally heading out of her apartment. As much as she needed coffee and something to eat, she'd begrudgingly passed it up this time and opted to head straight to office, if only to appease her best friend. That alone deserved some sort of reward, or at least that was how her brain was justifying the idea that popped into her head as she climbed out of her car and headed inside.
"Fahriye, this better be a real war." She groaned, flopping down right in front of her friend's desk. "What happened?"
fahriye stares out her office door, her focus blurring slightly as she anticipates the familiar rhythm of olivia's steps. the fluorescent lights hum a monotonous drone, amplifying the silence that stretches between meetings. she fiddles with a pen, clicking it absently, projecting an air of casual indifference to anyone who might glance her way. when olivia does finally arrive, looking slightly frazzled and perhaps a little late, she slumps in front of fahriyeβs desk, her shoulders slumping with a sigh.
fahriye, barely allowing olivia to catch her breath, is quick to shoot back, " do you remember hillary marks? " fahriye asked, her voice carefully neutral, but thankful that it was just the two of them, so they can speak freely. " realty agent from charleston. we met her at the open house a few months back, the one for that beautifully renovated beachfront duplex? dark silver cabinets, and the infinity pool overlooking the ocean? " fahriye paused, her gaze fixed on olivia, giving her time to dredge the memory up.
" ... she sent me an email ten minutes ago. " a subtle shift in fahriye's posture betrayed a hint of rigidness. well, not fahriye's typically rigidness, at least.
the agent takes the desktop and spins it around on a swivel for olivia to read. fahriye watches olivia closely as she retrieved the email and began to read, her expression unreadable at first. however, as olivia scrolled further down the email ... the email, from hillary marks, wasn't just a friendly hello. it held veiled threats, cleverly disguised as friendly advice and industry updates. it spoke of " streamlining portfolios " and " focusing resources, " but the underlying message was clear: hillary marks was prepared to poach a number of fahriye's key clients and lucrative property listings right off her plate.
The voice was low and dulled, from a distance, yet insistent and just frequent enough that it yanked Peri out of her focus. Slowly, she unfolded her body from 'flying pigeon pose' and glanced in the direction of homeβOtherwise known as Mari's airstream.
Call her crazy, but she could've swore it sounded like it was coming from there. Which made no sense because, last time she checked, cats didn't possess vocal chords. "What the hell?" Grumbling under her breath, she left her things were they sprawled across the sand, only having enough decency to toss a flimsy silk robe over her otherwise naked frame.
If this was some misguided fool at her door, or someone who'd rented it out as an airbnb before Mari handed over the keys...
Well, she wasn't entirely sure what she'd do if it was the latter, because contracts were inconveniently binding like that, but by the time she crested the tiny dune between where she'd been and where she was staying, she realized it was neither.
"Fae?" That was her little sister's car parked right up to the door, almost as if she'd bolted out of the driver's side in a hurry. "What are you doing here?" It only took a few seconds, and the tail end of Fae's rant, for her to understand.
Oh. "Oh... that." Her face split with a sheepish smile. She had called her, hadn't she? In the little time since she'd already forgotten about that.
Moving through the little trailer, absently shifting the magazines back out of their newly neatened stack, she alleged, "I did have an emergency. Or, at least, I thought I did. I couldn't find Greg and thought she'd escaped, probably halfway to becoming shark bait." Her dark gray, long haired cat lifted her head from where she'd been in the midst of a second nap on the couch and glared at the audacity of such an assumption.
"Turns out she was just asleep in the closet. I thought Iβ" Chuckling, weakly, Peri tightened the sash on her robe. "Didn't I text you to say it was a false alarm?" Or had she meant to, and forgotten? Wouldn't be the first (or the last time).
fae closed her eyes for a beat, the words hanging in the air like a fragile chime. " no, you didn't, " she sighed, her voice soft and laced with tested patience. she rubbed the side of her temple, the pad of her finger tracing a delicate circle where she could already feel the insistent throb of an oncoming migraine. it was a familiar unwelcome guest, often arriving hand-in-hand with frustrating conversations.
then, she backtracked, a faint smile playing on her lips as she attempted to soften the blow. " or ... maybe you did, and i just didn't see it. " fae admits, attempting to sound casual and not like her parents scolding their eldest daughter. she gestured towards greg, " regardless, " fae continued, a genuine note of relief in her voice, " i'm glad greg is safe, and that she didn't end up as shark bait. " as flat as her tone came out, the way her dark hues lingered on greg was a silent testament to her affection for the sleeping feline.
fahriye glanced down at the handful of trinkets and discarded wrappers she'd collected from her sister's chaotic realm. a sudden, defiant thought sparked within her.Β was this really unnecessary?Β the answer, resounding and immediate, was no. but the that's the thing when it comes to bad habits. they're hard to break.
with a decisive exhale, she strode toward the cat, and unceremoniously deposited the small pile of clutter. dusting her hands as if physically shaking off the chore, she sought refuge on the other side of the couch. there, perihan's cat had her eyes fixed on fahriye with an unnerving intensity. it was the same judgmental, unflinching gaze she often reserved for peri and her messy habits.
amused and slightly unnerved by the cat's stare, fahriye crossed one leg over the other, creating a small barrier. instinctively, she leaned away from greg, and went back to focusing on her sister. " well, since i'm here, i wouldn't mind a drink. " fahriye says, a hint of a cheeky smile on her lips. now that she was here, she may as well stay for a visit.
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fahriye was invariably at the office before anyone else.
the fluorescent lights hummed a lonely tune, the only sound accompanying her as she unlocked the door and stepped into the hushed atmosphere. she was, without apology, a morning person, an early riser who thrived in the stillness before the town, and her colleagues, truly woke up. she had learned quickly, and with deliberate intention, to use those precious, quiet moments of morning to her advantage.
while others were still battling snooze buttons or navigating chaotic commutes, fahriye was already making headway, strategizing, and tackling tasks with a focused clarity that vanished as the day progressed and the office filled with the buzz of activity.
as of right now, fahriye was glued to her office chair, rereading an email that practically vibrated with audacity. each word felt like a tiny, disrespectful slap in the face. sheβd already texted olivia, her perpetually sleep-deprived best friend, several times that morning, coaxing her to drag herself out of bed. olivia was notorious for hitting the snooze button at least three times.
but now, fahriye was firing off a text with a new, more urgent tone. the reason? this fucking email.
FAHRIYE KOCAK: CODE RED: I received an email, and it's a declaration of war.
fahriye, keys already in hand, didn't bother with the formalities of ringing the doorbell or knocking. her entry was immediate and unceremonious. the lock clicked open, the door swung inward, and she stepped into her sister's shared apartment. " perihan, you better be bleeding everywhere, and profusely, " she called out, her voice a mix of urgency and exasperation. the statement was delivered with a dramatic flair, the kind only a sibling could get away with. she pushed her rayban sunglasses up onto the crown of her head, the gesture revealing a flash of irritation in her eyes as she moved further into the space.
the emergency call she'd received from perihan less than eight minutes ago, had triggered immense concern. but the predominant emotion bubbling beneath the surface was definitely annoyance seeing as this wouldn't be the first ( or last, if fae had to guess ) accidental emergency butt dial.
" i had to leave a property meeting, perihan, " she warned, her voice echoing slightly in the quiet apartment. " aΒ veryΒ important property meeting. so whatever is going on better be a legitimate, life - or - death situation. blood, ambulances, maybe even a faint whiff of impending doom β i need to see serious commitment to chaos here. "
as she spoke, fahriye's hands began to wander, picking up stray magazines from the coffee table and stacking them neatly. a rogue throw pillow was plumped and returned to its place on the sofa. old habits died hard. even in a state of perceived emergency, fahriye couldn't entirely suppress her compulsive need to tidy.
" oh. you aren't aykiz," fahriye chirps in surprise, her voice a little higher pitched than usual. her eyes, wide with a momentary flash of hope, now remained fixed on the dog before her. the dog, in turn, stared back with an equal measure of curiosity, its head tilted slightly to the side. for a fleeting moment, fahriye's heart had leaped. this dog looked almost exactly like her own beloved aykiz, a near perfect doppelganger. but a closer inspection revealed subtle differences. the markings were slightly off, a lighter patch here, a darker spot there. the eyes, though the same sharp and inquisitive eyes, held a different spark. and the dog's build, while similar, was just a touch more angular than aykiz's familiar, slender frame.
" do you know where my aykiz is? " she asks the unknown dog. it was a ridiculous question, she knew, but desperation had a way of making one do silly things. maybe, just maybe, they had ended up crossing paths, and this canine stranger held the key to reuniting her with her furry companion. in response, the dog, oblivious to the nuances of human speech, placed a soft, tentative paw on her knee. a gesture of comfort, perhaps simply an invitation for affection, or maybe, the dog simply wanted to play. fahriye, though still touched by the gesture, extended her hand, palm down, allowing the dog to sniff. " you're very adorable, " she murmured, stroking the soft fur on the dog's head between the ears. " a very good girl ... or boy. but you aren't my aykiz. "
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