Osman and Zeynep fall in love.
Zeynep works in an agency to avoid her marriage alliances.
She joins Osman's marketing company with, only to escape pressure.
But slowly, her life begins to change in unexpected ways.
Together, they discover that destiny writes its own story with Love and Promises🤍✨
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Zeynep's alarm blared, pulling her from sleep. She groaned and rubbed her eyes, already feeling the weight of the day. She had a lot to do. The business placement campaign was today, and she had to give it her best shot.
She jumped out of bed, grabbed the first clothes she could find—an outfit she'd picked the night before. The blouse felt a bit tight around her neck, but she didn't have time to change.
As she hurried to the mirror, she picked up the photo on her nightstand. It was of her family, the people who wanted her to marry someone she didn't love. She couldn't live that life. The campaign was her way out, the one thing she could do for herself.
As she quickly brushed her hair, she heard her mother's voice from the kitchen.
"Zeynep! Are you up? Breakfast is ready. Don't tell me you're skipping it again!"
Zeynep sighed and grabbed her bag. "I'm running late, Mom. I'll eat later."
Her mom's footsteps got closer, and before Zeynep could leave, her mother appeared in the doorway, hands on her hips. "You always say that. You're not a child anymore, Zeynep. You can't go out without eating something first."
Zeynep tried to smile, but it was forced. "I don't have time. Please, I'll grab something on the way."
Her mom wasn't convinced. "You're always in a rush these days, always so busy with your work and these 'campaigns.' But you're still my daughter, and I want you to take care of yourself. At least sit for a few minutes and eat something."
Zeynep bit her lip, her thoughts racing. The last thing she wanted was another lecture about marriage, life choices, or the future her mother had planned for her. But she couldn't argue now—she had no time to waste. She put on a half-smile and said, "Okay, Mom. Just a quick bite, I promise."
Her mother's eyes softened, though her voice remained firm. "You'll be alright, Zeynep. Just remember, I want the best for you. Don't forget that."
Zeynep nodded quickly, kissed her mother on the cheek, and ran out the door without another word. She couldn't let herself think about the life her mother was pushing her toward. Today, it was all about the campaign, the one chance to prove herself.
Another side:
Osman's eyes snapped open at 6:00 a.m., even before the alarm had a chance to go off. The buzz of his phone on the nightstand was the only thing that registered in his blurry mind. A quick glance at the screen confirmed what he already knew—today was the day.
The business campaign. His heart rate kicked up a notch.
He reached for his phone, fingers tapping out a quick message to his PA, Alif: Reminder: Call in 30 minutes. Final prep for the presentation at 10. He hit send, then swung his legs off the bed and sat for a moment, staring at the floor. His mind was already running through the details of the campaign—what he needed to present, how he needed to sell the idea to the investors, the weight of the whole deal on his shoulders.
With a sigh, he stood up and walked toward the bathroom. The harsh light of the morning made him wince, but he pushed through it, splashing cold water on his face. He stared at his reflection, feeling the strain of sleepless nights and endless meetings. There was no room for error today. None.
He opened his wardrobe and picked out the suit he had laid out the night before—a dark charcoal gray suit, crisp white shirt, and a red tie. Simple, yet professional. He dressed quickly, not wanting to waste a single minute. His thoughts were a blur of strategy and presentation notes. By the time he finished, the coffee machine had started brewing in the kitchen.
Osman stepped into the kitchen, checking his phone again. A message from Alif popped up: Reminder: Investors meeting campaign Isthanbul Forest Camp at 9:30. Be there early.
He quickly typed: Got it. I'll be ready.
The aroma of fresh coffee filled the room as he grabbed a mug, taking a long sip. He stared out the window, the streets below already waking up with traffic and people. A moment of quiet before the storm.
He double-checked his briefcase. Everything was in order—presentation slides, documents, business cards. His phone buzzed again, and he quickly replied to an incoming text. The next few hours were going to be intense, but this was it. The deal that could push his company to the next level.
Phone ringing: Alif
"Morning, Osman," she said, voice steady, even at this hour. "The venue has been changed to Istanbul forest. You'll need to be there for the prep by 9:30."
"Understood," Osman said, his tone sharp. "And the campaign rollout is set for 11:30?"
"Yes. Everything's lined up. We'll handle the details. Focus on the pitch. No distractions."
Osman rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the exhaustion. "Got it. Let's make sure this goes smoothly. No surprises today."
"None at all," Alif reassured him. "You've got this."
He hung up the phone, grabbed his briefcase, and looked at the time. 7:30 a.m. No more delays.
With a final glance at his apartment—a place he rarely saw these days—Osman walked out, locking the door behind him. Today would be a defining moment for him and his company. There was no turning back now.
Does that feel like the right morning setup for Osman? The pressure, the urgency, and the determination—all leading up to the big campaign day.
Look: Osman had a round face with soft, chubby cheeks that gave him a youthful charm, but his intense eyes were what people first noticed. His gaze, sharp yet full of depth, was often framed by dark kajal, making them appear almost unnervingly focused. Despite the intensity, there was warmth in his eyes—something that hinted at more than just the businessman he appeared to be.
His curly hair, thick and slightly wild, added to his rugged look, always falling in a way that seemed effortless yet stylish. His gym-toned body was perfectly built for his medium height, and a couple of piercings in his ears added a subtle edge to his clean-cut appearance. When he smiled, his teeth gleamed like pearls—cute and genuine, a sharp contrast to his usually serious expression. And when he laughed, it was wild and totally contagious, the kind of laugh that could light up any room.
Looks: Zeynep's long, straight hair cascaded down in layered sections, the ends catching the light with a natural sheen. The layers framed her face perfectly, giving her an effortless elegance. Her eyes, almond-shaped and slightly angled like a soft fish. Her features were delicate yet striking, with high cheekbones and full lips that often curled into a small, reserved smile. Her skin had a natural glow, smooth and clear, she didn't have to try hard to look beautiful.
- Osman's car sped through the winding roads leading to the Istanbul Forest area. The lush greenery outside contrasted with the tension building in his chest. The forest's seclusion made the conference center feel exclusive—perfect for today's campaign. He glanced at the time—7:55 a.m. Everything needed to go perfectly.
He checked his phone—Elif's reminder pinged: Investors at 9:30. Arrive early to prep. Osman sighed and looked ahead, his focus narrowing on the road. He wasn't about to let anything go wrong.
- Zeynep stepped off the bus and into the quiet of the Istanbul Forest area. The peaceful surroundings did nothing to calm her nerves as she approached the conference center. Her phone buzzed—Selin's words of encouragement: This is your moment. You've got this.
Scene: Both heading toward the same venue, unknowingly drawing closer to their paths crossing in the quiet of the forest.
Venue:
Around 50-60 people were headed to the Istanbul Forest venue—investors, executives, and key players from various industries, all looking for the next big opportunity. Osman's company team was a small but powerful group: Elif, his trusted PA, his marketing head, and a few key senior managers. They were all there to ensure the campaign went smoothly, each handling a specific role.
Osman stood near the stage, a few steps back from the crowd. "shiaz and grups"
A quiet hum of anticipation filled the air as investors, executives, and professionals gathered for the highly anticipated campaign by Shiaz Grup.
"Good morning, everyone. I'm Osman Yılmaz, CEO of Shiaz Grup. Thank you for joining us in this extraordinary setting. Today is not just about a campaign; it's about a vision—a future where innovation and strategic partnerships create new opportunities. At Shiaz Grup, we don't just follow trends; we aim to set them."
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle.
"Let's begin with the business we're here to discuss—an opportunity that has the power to reshape the future of [Shiaz Grup]."
Zeynep stood, her back straight, eyes meeting Osman's with confidence. She wasn't about to shy away from this.
"Simple, but impactful," she began, her voice clear and steady. "The first step is to understand the consumer's needs—not what we think they need, but what they truly desire. The key is personalization. Consumers want experiences tailored to them—whether it's through targeted messaging, recommendations, or offering something that feels exclusive to them."
She paused, her eyes never leaving Osman's.
"Second, consistency. Brands often fail because they don't follow through on promises. From the product quality to customer service, everything must align with the brand's values. Trust is built on consistency."
She took a breath and finished, "Lastly, making it easy for them. No one wants to jump through hoops to make a purchase or get information. Clear communication, simple processes, and an easy-to-navigate experience can impress more than any flashy ad."
The room was quiet, everyone absorbing her answer. Osman nodded, his expression unreadable, but his eyes had shifted—something about her answer had struck a chord.
"Well said, Zeynep. You've just laid out the building blocks for any successful brand strategy. Thank you.
Her response; the way she dressed that impressed him—he nodded slowly, a subtle, approving smile curving at the corners of his lips.
After the meeting, everyone went to lunch with music and laughter. Zeynep stepped outside to take a call from her friend, Gulees. She walked away from the camp room, holding her phone up, searching for a signal. Still no bars. She kept walking—into the forest without noticing how far she had gone.
Just as she finally answered the call and turned to go back, she bumped into someone hard.
It was Osman...
Zeynep: (Stumbles and drops her phone)
"Hey! Watch it! You scared me!"
Osman: (Picks up her phone, smiling)
"Scared you? I just saved you from walking into a tree. That's a thank-you moment." winks
Zeynep: (Takes her phone back)
"Very funny. I was just trying to find a signal. Not looking for forest adventures."
Osman: (Grinning)
"Well, lucky you found me instead. I come with a built-in GPS… and sarcasm."
Zeynep: (Crosses her arms, teasing)
"Yeah? You sure you're not the one who's lost? Looks like we both are now."
Osman: (Leans in slightly, playful)
"Maybe. But getting lost with you doesn't sound too bad." smirks
"Besides, if we're stuck here, at least I've got good company."
And just like that,
Their eyes met—soft and steady,
Like two quiet stars finding each other in a sky full of noise.
A moment that said nothing… yet meant everything.
🤍It will continue
Promise...
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