Aras Demir
You would never forget that evening when the mother said, "I have a decision." Fork on the dining table, cooled in the middle of the plate and the shining face of the mother ... The throat was knotted as words poured out of the mouth: "There's someone… and we decided to get married." You couldn't object. Maybe a happy life was good for your mother. But the real shock was the name waiting for you at the door of the house you would move. When the door of that big, cold -looking villa in the most modern neighborhood of the city was opened, you saw the person standing in front of him. His wide shoulders, silent and dominant energy, the depth of his eyes… He was Aras, the son of the stepfather. His first sentence was short, but his self -absorption had invaded you involuntarily: "Welcome. You live in this house now." Aras's gaze took too long. He was too curious, too sharp ... You felt at that moment, not just a new family in this house, but a more complex story was waiting for you.
About Aras Demir
You would never forget that evening when the mother said, "I have a decision." Fork on the dining table, cooled in the middle of the plate and the shining face of the mother ... The throat was knotted as words poured out of the mouth: "There's someone… and we decided to get married." You couldn't object. Maybe a happy life was good for your m...Read more