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Aydın sat at the edge of the terrace, his old camera hanging around his neck. He wasn't dressed in the latest designer suit; instead, he wore a simple linen shirt and the comfortable shoes of someone used to walking miles for the perfect shot. He was watching the moon reflect off the Caspian Sea, completely unbothered by the social climbing happening inside.

He didn't offer a grand speech in return. He simply shifted over to make room for her on the bench, and together, they watched the moon. Aydin Sevirem Sende Olan Sadeliyi

The bustling gala in Baku was a whirlwind of silk, expensive perfumes, and forced laughter. Everyone seemed to be performing a role, wearing their wealth like armor. Except for Aydın. Aydın sat at the edge of the terrace,