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In their world, love was not a loud, boisterous thing. It was found in the stolen glances during the halay dance at weddings and the quiet nods exchanged in the marketplace. Azad began to find reasons to be wherever Xecê was.

"Xecê," he murmured over the roar of the drums. "The mountains are high, and the winters are long. But since I have seen you, I no longer fear the cold." In their world, love was not a loud, boisterous thing

That night, under a canopy of stars so bright they looked like spilled salt, Azad gave her the turquoise comb. He didn't ask for a promise, but he gave one. "Xecê," he murmured over the roar of the drums

He spent his evenings carving a delicate wooden comb, inlaying it with small pieces of turquoise. He didn't ask for a promise, but he gave one

Xecê was not blind to his presence. She noticed the way the music changed when she walked by—how the notes of Azad’s tembûr (lute) became more urgent, more resonant. She saw the way he looked at her, not with the arrogance of other suitors, but with a profound, trembling respect. The Autumn Festival

Azad had lived in Merga his entire life, but seeing Xecê that evening felt like waking up from a long, colorless sleep. He watched as she balanced a silver pitcher on her shoulder, her movements fluid and graceful.