Chapter 209

The garden of Khan villa was alive with the signs of spring. The scent of blooming jasmine lingered in the air, and sunlight filtered through the tall trees, casting golden patterns on the lush grass. A gentle breeze stirred the petals of the flowers. Yet, for Murat Khan, seated on a wooden bench near the fountain, the world felt as cold as January.

His cane rested beside him, an unwelcome reminder of his fragility. His face, pale and drawn, looked almost translucent under the sunlight. His eyes stared at nothing, lost in memories too painful to recall, yet impossible to forget.

And then he heard footsteps.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure approaching. Tall. Confident. Her blonde hair flowed with the wind as she struggled to hold it back. Her aura was rich with elegance, unchanged yet different.

She appeared again, just like before.

Conversations from the past began anew.

The smoke of yesterday stung in my