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I was the one who performed your mom's funeral rites.

That night, she opened her heart to me for the first time.

She wept until there were no tears left.

That night was the first time my heart beat for her.

I was falling in love with her.

She wasn't just beautiful.

She was an extraordinary soul.

How did she die?

I honestly don't know.

Once I regained consciousness and went back home,

they kept insisting she was unwell.

I begged them over and over to tell me where Elif was,

and pleaded to speak with her.

Everyone claimed she'd fractured her leg and was unable to talk.

When I finally made it home, I found out

she was dead.

I was simply handed a letter

and told that Elif had given her life to save mine.

She wanted me to live,

so she chose to die.

Just like that, she was gone.

Only because she wanted me to live.

So everyone told you that, and you believed them?

Oh, I didn't believe a single word.

Believing them was the last thing I wanted to do.

That's precisely why I'm here.

Since you believe I'm the one who killed Elif,

then just kill me.

No, I mean it.

Take my life.

I won't hold you responsible for my death.

I swear on everything I have, I'll absolve you of it all if you just end it.

I'll find peace.

Ending this existence is the only way I'll ever find peace.

Why should I be the one to do it?

You claim Elif took her own life.

Well, why don't you follow suit, then?

I can't.

Why not?

How could I possibly do that?

The heartbeat in this chest is her heart beating.

It's hers.

That's why I can't.

Just kill me,

but please save this heart.

You can give it to someone else so it can live on through them.

Excuse me.

That night, she opened her heart to me for the first time.

She wept until there were no tears left.

That night was the first time my heart beat for her.

I was falling in love with her.

I begged them over and over to tell me where Elif was,

and pleaded to speak with her.

Everyone claimed she'd fractured her leg and was unable to talk.

Since you believe I'm the one who killed Elif,

then just kill me.

No, I mean it.

I swear, I'll absolve you of it all if you just end it.

Ending this existence is the only way I'll ever find peace.

Until now, I saw him as my sister's murderer,

but now he seems hopelessly in love with her.

He's playing me.

Just like he must have played Elif.

Could such a shattered man truly be playing me?

Why aren't you answering? It's been ringing off the hook for hours now!

Why are you looking at me like that?

Creditors are hounding us.

God knows when the bank will approve the loan.

Until we fling that money in their faces, they won't leave us be.

We're in over our heads this time.

Well, we've asked for an extension, haven't we?

How much more time will they give us?

Nobody lets go of their money easily these days.

Then again, not everyone is as selfless as we are.

I don't know what's come over Brother Sayhaan lately.

-Where are you going? -To try my luck.

Don't you dare mention any of this to Sayhaan!

Wazir!

Not a word!

Brother Sayhaan, I need a word with you.

Sure, what is it?

That man who came for the loan,

he's been calling nonstop. He wants his money.

Right, but the loan hasn't come through yet.

That's the problem. It hasn't yet.

Can you cover it?

Where would I get the money from?

I have nothing.

You've got to be joking.

You're the only son of such a powerful man.

If you don't have it, who does?

Wazir, that was a lifetime ago.

If you ask me now, I have nothing.

Perhaps I'm even more destitute than you are.

At least you have this guest house,

where I stay only through your kindness and that of Madam.

I truly have nothing.

Then what possessed you to come here and live like this?

You're the son of Ghazi Yousuf. Why did you walk away from it all?

Perhaps that's my greatest misfortune.

Being the son of Ghazi Yousuf is the biggest tragedy of my life.

Sister,

why do you think he left everything behind to live such a life of wretchedness?

Maybe it's regret,

a regret that won't let him breathe in peace.

What a peculiar lot.

Meanwhile, my problems remain right where they were.

Mr. Sayhaan?

Mr. Sayhaan, I'm so sorry if I've made a mistake.

Who else is with you?

Just the two of us.

-We're only doing our job. -What's your job, exactly?

Keeping an eye on this girl and reporting back.

Call Zakariya.

Sure, Mr. Sayhaan.

Put it on speaker.

-Is it Asghar's call? -Yes, sir.

Yes?

What is it, Asghar?

It's Sayhaan.

Sir, Mr. Sayhaan is on the line.

Yes, Mr. Sayhaan?

Put it on speaker.

Sure.

Zakariya, you...

and whoever is listening to my voice right now had better pay close attention.

Sayhaan, my son.

Is it that you simply can't come back home?

I didn't call to talk to you, Dad.

I'm calling to give you one final warning,

so you'd better listen carefully.

From now on...

From now on, if any of your men try to tail Ilham

or attempt to harm her in any way,

then I will end my life,

and I mean it.

I'm dead serious, I'll kill myself,

and you won't even find my body.

I'm saying this right in front of your men.

Sayhaan.

Son, don't be stubborn over nothing like this.

Stay away from Ilham.

Just come back...

Hello?

I told you, didn't I?

I specifically instructed you

that Sayhaan must not find out your men are keeping tabs on him.

Did I tell you or didn't I?

I'm sorry, sir.

If you wish,

-I can send someone else. -No.

Not anymore.

There's no need to send anyone there.

Just leave him alone for the time being.

But what if Mr. Sayhaan goes somewhere else?

I'm Sayhaan's father.

I know exactly what he'll do. He won't go anywhere.

As long as that girl is there,

Sayhaan isn't leaving.

Don't take any action until I say so.

Understood, sir.

Whatever you say.

You know perfectly well

that nothing in this world is more precious to me than Sayhaan.

Even the smallest misstep where he's concerned

is a monumental matter for me.

I understand, sir.

There won't be any such mistakes in the future.

Sir,

there's a message from Lala's secretary.

He's asking for confirmation regarding the meeting.

Okay, sir. Thank you.

Ilham,

you need to go back right now.

You're not safe here.

Excuse me?

Who are you to tell me that?

I'll come and go as I please.

Listen to me, I'm serious.

I've given this a great deal of thought.

Please, just go back to Turkey.

Watch your tone.

I'm not Elif. I'm Ilham.

If only you'd cared this much about Elif,

she'd still be alive today.

Why didn't you save her?

You were her husband.

You could've saved her.

I would have,

if I'd been conscious.

Lies.

Utter lies.

You only cared about your own life, so you let her die.

You knew all along that you were dying.

That's why you lured her into your web of love,

and the poor thing walked right into it.

That whole charade of love,

wasn't that just a trap you set for her?

A charade of love?

Yes, a charade of love.

Perhaps you don't realize this,

but the heart isn't capable of pretending.

It only knows how to love.

Or it only knows how to hate.

I didn't come here to hear your theories about love.

I only came for the truth.

You want the truth?

Fine.

But once you know everything,

promise me that you won't stay here a second longer.

Once I've seen you and your father behind bars,

I won't stay a second longer.

Get your phone out.

Turn on the camera.

Excuse me?

Pull it out and start recording before I change my mind.

Take out your phone and record this.

Sister?

There are more guests today,

so we need to prepare the food accordingly.

Sister! I'm talking to you.

I heard you.

Who are you so vexed at?

I'm vexed at fate.

Oh, that's always a losing battle.

By the way, what are you gazing at over there?

She wants him dead, and he's dying for her.

My name is Sayhaan Ghazi Yousuf.

I'm having this video recorded of my own free will

and in full possession of my senses.

I knew that I suffered from a heart condition.

I knew that I was dying.

I knew that my blood group was a rare AB negative,

and that a match couldn't be found anywhere,

that finding a donor was practically impossible.

I knew all of that.

Then I found out about Elif,

and that her blood group was also AB negative.

I devised a plan

so I could take Elif's life without raising any suspicion.

That's why...

That’s why I staged this charade of love with Elif.

I lured her into a trap of love.

She was so innocent, which is why she fell into my web.

I then started beseeching God in her presence

to gain her sympathy.

I didn't realize that

while I was begging God for a new lease on life,

she'd already offered her heart to Him in exchange for mine.

She was even willing to sacrifice her life to save me.

I was praying to God for my life,

that somehow He would save me.

I didn't know that she was also praying for my life,

and she also wanted me to live.

In the end, both prayers were answered.

Mine,

and Elif's as well.

This story is straight out of a film that no one else talks about.

Honestly, we should just help them reconcile.

Then he'll be wealthy again, and he'll reward us.

Shame on you.

All you ever think about is money.

Why don't you just grab a bowl and go beg from him?

Why, have you discovered a goldmine yourself?

Now, quit your spying and give me some cash.

I need to go get some chickens.

If only...

If only I had prayed that I would stay with Elif until my very last breath.

I'm sorry.

No, delete this part. Don't include this.

Hold on. Cut it for a moment.

Don't show this to any police officer or a lawyer.

My dad is extremely well-connected, and he can buy anyone off.

This video won't be of any use to you if it lands in someone else's hands.

Upload this on social media, but don't do it from within Pakistan.

Go to Turkey and upload it from there.

Dr. Salar is fully aware of my entire medical history.

You can go and verify everything through him.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Turn the camera back on. There's one final thing I need to say.

I, Sayhaan Ghazi Yousuf,

being in full possession of my senses,

do hereby confess

that I have murdered my wife, Elif Sayhaan.

I am her murderer.

Therefore, I should be sentenced to death.

That's all.

Please, go back to Turkey now.

I have one small request.

Even if I die,

please save this heart beating inside my chest.

I want it to keep beating forever.

Please.

Goodbye.

Brother Sayhaan,

what are you doing out here in the bitter cold?

Come back inside, or you'll catch your death.

You haven't forgotten the state you were in when you first arrived here, have you?

Don't you worry about me.

I've grown thick-skinned.

Nothing's going to happen to me.

Sister won't be nursing you back to health this time.

Just think about that.

Go on and get some sleep. I'll be in shortly.

Okay.

Ilham,

why haven't you left yet?

You gave me your word

that you'd leave the moment you sent that video. Please, just go.

I'm telling you, your life is in jeopardy.

I told you I'd leave once I'd heard the whole truth.

Well, I'm telling you the truth.

You're just like Elif.

She was a complete fool.

She wasn't a fool.

She was pure and honest, just like you.

If you're so righteous,

why don't you have your own father arrested for murdering your wife?

For one, he's my dad.

Besides, what murder?

The punishment isn't for my dad. It's for me.

I want the death sentence for myself.

But if I die, this heart will stop beating,

and this heart belongs to Elif.

That's the one thing I won't allow.

That's why I can't do a thing.

I can't utter a word against anyone.

You claim you're silent, yet you're overflowing with words.

All these lines of yours,

they prove neither your innocence nor your love.

I don't need to prove anything to anyone.

My love, my longing, only my heart needs to know.

Every second spent with Elif, every moment of bliss,

is etched right here in my heart.

I don't have to display that for the world.

Fair enough.

I'll take your word for it.

I'll believe that you were unconscious back then,

but your father certainly wasn't.

Besides, it happened in a house like yours, with all those guards,

servants, and people around.

I'm sure there must be security cameras, too.

Oh, and what about Ms. Nishat?

How could no one have had a clue?

A woman's life was being taken under that roof,

and nobody noticed a thing?

No one even tried to intervene?

Do you know why?

Because it didn't just happen.

It was orchestrated.

I don't know.

Whatever shock you're feeling,

the shock I endured was far worse

when I returned home that day.

That trauma was so paralyzing

that I haven't been able to move past it to this day.

I still find it hard to believe,

and I'm unable to move on.

Honestly, deep down, my heart also tells me

Elif didn't take her own life.

Then why didn't you seek justice?

Justice against whom?

My heart pulls me one way while my mind pulls me the other.

They're completely at odds.

This world doesn't care for instinct.

It only accepts evidence.

Right now, my heart, my mind,

and all the hard facts are hopelessly tangled.

I have no reason to trust my dad's word,

yet I have no proof to indict him for a crime, either.

The only thing holding me back is that letter in Elif's own handwriting.

It has completely restrained me.

So, what exactly do you want?

Do you expect your father

to just walk up and confess that he murdered Elif?

Whether my father confesses or continues to deny it,

I'm the one condemned to carry this burden for the rest of my days.

Ilham, please try to understand.

My father shows no mercy to those who dare challenge him,

so please, I'm telling you, your life is in danger here.

You need to leave,

especially since you gave me your word.

I've already taken the fall, so please, just go.

What do you think?

That I'll be cowed by you, or by your father's words and threats?

I'll come and go exactly as I please.

Now, you should leave.

You?

Where is she?

She's gone.

She's gone?

It's for the best that she's gone.

When did she leave?

Eight o'clock this morning.

Why that early?

I didn't ask her.

Did she leave a message or anything?

She only said she was leaving.

Didn't you ask where she was headed?

I don't ask my guests where they go after they leave the guest house.

It simply isn't proper.

Well, she wasn't exactly an ordinary guest, was she?

She wasn't anyone special, either. At least not to me.

She was your acquaintance, so you should've been the one asking.

Why are you interrogating me?

I was only wondering where she'd gone.

I see. So if you found out where she went,

would you go after her?

Tell me, would you go looking for her?

"Special guest".

Why did she leave like that without a word?

Her life was in danger here.

It's for the best that she listened to me and left.

Leaving was the right thing to do.

Still, she should've told me first.

When she arrived, it felt like she'd be the death of me.

So why does it now feel as though she's actually taken the life right out of me?

There you are!

I've been looking all over for you.

What is it?

Sister Ilham left a letter for you this morning.

You're only giving it to me now?

It slipped my mind. It was in my pocket,

and I only remembered just now while I was changing.

Alright, you can go now.

Why would she even write to you, anyway?

I don’t know. It must be some personal matter.

But she considers you her sister’s murderer.

What personal matter could she possibly have with you?

I don’t know.

I was only kidding.

You go ahead and read it. I’m off.

I’m going back, Sayhaan,

to my country and back home.

After meeting you, I’m now certain that

you couldn’t have killed Elif.

My only regret is that you can’t even face the person who actually did.

I’m leaving with the faith that you will get justice for Elif,

but for that, I need you to promise me something.

Sayhaan, promise me that you will never see your father again.

I’m asking for this promise

because you now carry my sister’s heart within you.

As her next of kin,

I have every right to ask this.

Swear on Elif and promise

that you will never return to your father.