A Night of Weakness

It starts with a single drink, then another, and another—until Enver loses all sense of time and place. In the quiet warmth of Arif’s home, his sorrows drown in alcohol. The weight of his recent disappointments presses heavily on him, and for once, he lets the night swallow his worries.

Then, the phone rings. On the other end is Hatice, her voice filled with a warmth that stirs something familiar inside him. But Enver’s mind is clouded, his senses dulled. Without thinking, he promises her he will come to see her the next day. It’s a promise spoken lightly in the haze of drink—but for Hatice, it’s everything.

The Morning After

While Enver sleeps off his night, unaware of the pledge he’s made, Hatice rises at dawn. Her heart is light, her hands busy. She prepares an exquisite meal, each detail meant to welcome him back into her life. Every chop of the knife, every fragrant spice is chosen with care. For her, this day is special—a reunion, perhaps even a new chapter.

But when Enver finally wakes, the memory of their late-night conversation is gone. There is no urgency in him, no trace of the promise that has kept Hatice waiting. Hours pass, and her doorway remains empty. The beautiful meal sits untouched, growing cold alongside her hopes.

Bahar’s Battle

Elsewhere, Bahar is fighting her own war. Stripped of her job at the laundry, she refuses to accept defeat. She marches into the workshop, determined to reclaim her place. The director, however, is merciless. Her words are final: Bahar is out. No explanations, no sympathy—just the cold edge of authority.

But fate has a strange way of tipping the scales. Ferdane, infuriated by the injustice, rallies the workers into an unexpected strike. Machines fall silent, production halts, and the air in the workshop grows tense. The director, cornered by the uprising, has no choice but to relent. Bahar is reinstated.

For a moment, victory tastes sweet. But in Bahar’s world, peace never lasts long.

A Dangerous Encounter

As she steps outside, she comes face-to-face with the last person she wants to see—Sirin. Her presence is a shadow from the past, bringing with it a dangerous spark of intrigue. Sirin’s eyes are alight with urgency; she says she must speak to Bahar. She claims to have witnessed something extraordinary, something that will change everything.

But Bahar knows Sirin’s games. Her lies, her manipulations—they have always led to pain. So Bahar turns away, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of attention.

Yet Sirin’s secret burns too hot to keep. If Bahar refuses to hear it, someone else will. The question is, who?

The Ghost of Sarp

The truth Sirin carries is heavier than she realizes. Somewhere out there, alive against all odds, is Sarp—the man Bahar once loved, the man she mourned, the man whose absence has shaped every struggle she’s endured.

For Sirin, this revelation is a weapon, a bargaining chip, perhaps even a way to claw back power. For Bahar, if the truth ever reaches her, it could shatter the fragile life she’s built.

In this world, the dead do not always stay buried—and when ghosts return, they never come empty-handed.

Promises Broken, Futures Uncertain

As the week unfolds, the ripple effects of one drunken promise, one act of defiance, and one buried truth begin to collide. Hatice nurses a quiet heartbreak, wondering if Enver’s absence speaks more than his words ever could. Bahar steels herself for the battles yet to come, her victory at the laundry only a temporary reprieve. And somewhere in the shadows, Sirin decides who will be the first to hear that Sarp is still alive.

No one sees the storm building—but when it breaks, it will not be gentle.