Nisan Çelik stepped out of the taxi with two suitcases, a stethoscope tangled in her handbag, and the stubborn confidence of someone determined to reinvent her life.
Istanbul welcomed her with humid air and honking traffic. The city pulsed like a racing heart—chaotic, unpredictable, alive.
Her new job at Şifa Hospital's Emergency Department started tomorrow.
Her new apartment? Fifth floor. No elevator.
"Perfect," she muttered, dragging her suitcase upward.
Halfway up, she collided with a tall man carrying groceries. Eggs shattered. Milk spilled. Pride bruised.
"Watch where you're going!" he snapped.
"You were blocking the stairs!"
Their eyes locked—hers blazing, his unimpressed.
Neither knew they would be seeing a lot more of each other.