Elchin was captivated by her spirit. His heart felt like a restless bird every time she passed, but he was a weaver’s son, and she was the daughter of a wealthy merchant. To speak his love aloud felt impossible, so he let it be "decel" on paper instead.
She looked up, her eyes dancing with their usual fire. She didn't look angry; she looked like she’d finally found a partner in her games. Menim Asqim Cox Sirdi Deceldi
One afternoon, a sudden, "mischievous" gust of wind—the kind Baku is famous for—ripped through the courtyard. It snatched Elchin’s sketchbook right out of his hands, flipping the pages wildly. Elchin was captivated by her spirit
Leyla laughed, tossing a rose petal at him. "Then stop keeping it a secret. Let’s see what kind of trouble we can cause together." She looked up, her eyes dancing with their usual fire
She picked it up. Elchin froze, his heart pounding against his ribs like a drum. He watched her eyes widen as she turned the pages. She saw herself—laughing, mischievous, and loved.
Elchin would only smile and tuck the book under his arm. he would murmur to himself. My love is a great secret.