DANGEROUS LOVE'S

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Hazal took a sip of his coffee while standing looking at the sky that already looked yellowish red. Slowly the red light dimmed the minutes changing the darkness. He had already consumed two cups of coffee for today.

The young prosecutor returns to his desk and begins to draw up his charges, evidence of Aaron's crimes and prepare witnesses. He hopes to win the case at his first hearing.

The day was getting dark, a light full moon seemed to shine into the tall building. Hazal's cell phone rang, and he saw Japheth's name there.

"Hello" said Hazal, flanking her phone between her ear and shoulder.

"How did you do today?" ask Japheth who he should be able to ask at home.

"Everything's fine. Nothing has changed" replied Hazal, who is still compiling his trial materials.

"Are you done?" Japheth began to take his black coat and put it on.

"Maybe thirty minutes. What's up?" Hazal scrawled the sheets of paper.

"I'll pick you up" said Japheth, who had walked out of his room.

"I brought my own car" said Hazal, who put her pen on the table.

"I don't want you to go home alone." Japheth walked into the elevator on the fifteenth floor.

"Nothing will happen, believe me! There's nothing to worry about!" hazal exclaimed while leaning his body on the back of his chair.

"OKAY. I'll wait for you." Japheth turned off his phone when the elevator opened on the lobby floor.

The Emir's son immediately headed to the lobby yard to drive his sports car. He did not return home, the four-wheeled vehicle turned to a cafe located in front of Hazal's office. He waited for the woman to come out of the building and would follow her from behind.

The thirty minutes since Japheth contacted Hazal had passed, the man set his eyes on the tall old building.

Hazal stretched her muscles in the chair. He kept his trial materials in a cabinet cabinet and locked them. He saw his watch that was almost near seven o'clock in the night. He turned off his room lights before he left.

The hallways of the building looked bleak with bright yellow lights and carvings typical of the Ottoman Empire. The doors of the room are closed. The prosecutors have been home since. Just a knock on Hazal's high heels tonight.

Hazal grabbed her black blazer and tipped her briefcase. Now he is in the outer courtyard. The only vehicle left was his own car. He started running his car out of the building.

To overcome her silence, Hazal turns on her CD player. A romantic song sounds beautiful. Not many vehicles passed tonight.

Japheth was enjoying his Turkish coffee when he saw that there was no car parked in the building. His facial muscles seemed to tighten, almost the black liquid made him choke. He immediately took out a few pieces of money from his wallet and rushed into the car.

The sports car entered the front yard of the Prosecutor's Building, as he had seen earlier, there was not a single car there. He quickly exits the building and follows Hazal back home.

In the car Japheth rubbed his face repeatedly, for some reason since last afternoon his feelings were not good. Like there's a wedge or something is going to happen. He patted the steering wheel repeatedly.

What about Hazal? Seems likely.

Japheth dismissed his negative thoughts.

No way, Aaron's in jail. Hazal should be safe by now.

Without Hazal noticing, a large truck had just appeared from the back. Hazal's bead squinted at the spotlights and the sound of a loud horn.

Why didn't the driver lower his speed?

The truck was moving fast, getting closer to Hazal's car. The woman saw that the light was growing out of her rearview mirror. Panic and horror engulfed Hazal's entire body. In a few seconds something could happen.

"Oh my God... No...!" hazal shouted hysterically.

The truck hit Hazal's car and hit her with the car in front of her. Both cars were towed a few meters. Hazal's car shattered into a shapeless iron plate. The truck driver laughed out loud at the scene from his rearview mirror.

The collision left Hazal's car's gas tank leaking, without waiting for a long time for a loud explosion. The fire quickly spread to the other car in front. The sound of the second explosion scorched everything inside. The flames lit up the dark atmosphere along the way.

The drivers who crossed the road immediately stopped and saw what happened. Japheth who had just entered the highway looked agitated. His heart grew increasingly unsettled as he looked at the crowd of people and several vehicles that had stopped. He passed by the crowd, and saw two burning cars. The fire is still burning.

The pair of eagle eyes looked glassy looking at the two cars that had been charred by fire. He takes his cell phone and tries to contact Hazal. But there is no tone of call. His heart grew increasingly unsettled after he failed to contact Hazal.

Japheth parked his car on the side of the road. He got out of his car, and walked over to one of the burning cars.

Don't let it happen. I hope this isn't Hazal's car.

Japheth's footsteps stopped when his shoes stepped on something. His eyes stared at an object he was familiar with. He took out a car hanger in the shape of a rose bud made of gold-plated iron. Her tears fell for a moment.

"Hazal...!" japheth shouted as he approached the iron frame.

"No. This is impossible!" raung Yaphet holding his head. He saw how destroyed the car was, the mind of normal people must say that there were no survivors in the car.

Japheth looked around him, his gaze seemed to revolve looking at the horrors that had happened. There were several cars with sirens approaching the location. His bead stopped on a crowd that was gathering on the roadside. He ran closer to the group and hoped a miracle would happen.

The Emir's son barged into the midst of the mob. He saw the figure of a long-haired woman wearing dark clothes lying there. He wanted to approach the woman, but was prevented by some people.

"Surge! Don't block me!" japheth cried with his heavy voice.

The men who prevented Japheth eventually moved aside and gave way to the man. Japheth immediately approached the woman, crouched down and removed some of the hair covering the face.

"Haz.." Japheth's voice was stuck in his throat when he saw the face of the woman he loved lying.

"Do you know this woman?" ask someone there.

"Yes, I'll take her to the hospital soon!" japheth said, immediately lifting Hazal's body and putting her in the car.

The black sports car was speeding. The man does not care about traffic signs, which he knows he must help Hazal immediately.

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