Cann sighed, lying down on his bed, but sleep wouldn't come. His thoughts were consumed by Ritika. He couldn't stop wondering-should he tell her about Delitz? Should he tell Delitz about Ritika? But why? Ritika was just his neighbor, his friend. He...
Ritika stepped into her new home for the next few days, flicking on the lights and taking in the beautiful interior. The modern design and warm, inviting colors instantly mesmerized her. She moved through the cozy living space, placing her suitcases on the bed. Opening them, she pulled out some warm clothes.
Feeling the chill of the early morning, Ritika headed to the bathroom for a hot shower. The warmth of the water eased her travel fatigue, and soon after, she slipped into her soft, warm clothes, finishing with a touch of her favorite perfume.
By now, the sun was slowly rising, casting a soft glow over the city. Ritika walked out onto the balcony, the cool morning breeze gently playing with her hair. She closed her eyes, letting the peaceful wind wash over her, feeling the pulse of the city in the quiet dawn.
When she opened her eyes, the view before her took her breath away. From her vantage point, she could see the sprawling beauty of Istanbul, caught in the delicate balance between the fading darkness and the emerging sunlight. The city's rooftops stretched out before her, dotted with mosques, towers, and the glistening Bosphorus in the distance.
As she turned to take in more of the view, Ritika noticed the balcony next to hers, which connected to her neighbor's apartment. She glanced over cautiously, making sure she didn’t accidentally slip into the pool nearby. The city was just waking up, and her little corner of the world felt calm and serene.
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Ritika entered her temporary home and switched on the lights, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her as she admired the beautiful interior. She walked to the bed, placed her suitcases down, and took out some warm clothes. After a long journey, a hot shower was exactly what she needed.
Afterward, dressed in cozy attire and wearing her favorite perfume, Ritika made herself a cup of tea. She sat on the couch next to the bed, sipping her tea and reflecting on the events of last night. Meeting a mysterious, famous man—someone much older than her—had left her feeling oddly calm. There was no romantic spark, just an overwhelming desire to help him.
Lost in her thoughts, Ritika stood up and retrieved a picture of her parents from her suitcase. She carefully placed it inside her purse, a constant reminder of the family she carried with her, even when miles away.
**At the Hospital**
It was 11 a.m. when the doctor came in to check on Cann. By this time, he was awake, though still a bit disoriented.
"Hello, Mr. Cann. It's a pleasure to see you're doing well," the doctor greeted him warmly.
"When can we discharge him?" Taniz asked, standing by Cann's side.
"We'll have him out in about 30 minutes," the doctor replied. "He had a minor cardiac arrest last night. It was fortunate that a young woman, Ritika, brought him here just in time."
Cann’s eyes lit up at the mention of her name—Ritika. It was the first time he’d heard it, and it left an impression.
Taniz, concerned, asked, "How did this happen so suddenly?"
