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He looked at her, the woman he had died for a thousand times. He realized then that the song wasn't about the glasses that broke; it was about the heart that kept pouring more even after the shards cut deep.

But in Poyraz's world, beautiful things didn't just break; they shattered. poyraz_karayelden_kac_kadeh_kirildi_poyraz_kara...

He remembered the first time they danced to this song. He had stepped on her toes, making some absurd joke about how his feet were actually secret agents trying to sabotage the evening. She had laughed, that bright, bell-like sound that made the darkness of the Mafia world he inhabited feel like a distant bad dream. He looked at her, the woman he had died for a thousand times

The rain in Istanbul didn't just fall; it interrogated. For Poyraz Karayel, every drop was a reminder of a life lived in the crossfire of loyalty and betrayal. He sat in his usual spot, the dim light of the tavern reflecting off a glass that had seen better days. He remembered the first time they danced to this song

"" (How many glasses have been broken in my drunken heart...)

He didn't need to look up to know it was her. The scent of her perfume always reached him before her voice did. Ayşegül sat down, her eyes tracing the exhaustion etched into his face.

"Is it?" he asked, his voice a jagged edge. "Because every time I breathe, I hear the sound of something snapping inside. This life... it's a graveyard of broken toasts."