Tural Sedali Ona Ele Baglanmisam -

The café blurred around them. In that moment, the lyrics became a bridge. Leyla didn't need to say anything; the way she squeezed his hand back told him that the attachment wasn't a burden he carried alone.

"About how a soul can become a prisoner to another," he replied, sliding the notebook toward her. Tural Sedali Ona Ele Baglanmisam

Leyla read the lines. Her breath hitched as she reached the chorus—the part where he admitted that his heart no longer belonged to him, but was tethered to her every move, her every word. It spoke of a bond so tight it was both a sanctuary and a cage. "Tural..." she whispered. The café blurred around them