Elvin groaned. "I’m busy with the firm, Tural. My life is fine."
"Okay, okay!" Elvin held up his hands in defeat. "Turn off the music. If I go to tea with Leyla next weekend, will you stop playing that song at every meal?" Evlen Subay Qardasim Yukle
"Elvin," Tural started, leaning back. "The house is quiet. Too quiet. My kids need cousins to play with, and Mom needs a new daughter-in-law to spoil." Elvin groaned
The aroma of saffron-infused plov drifted through the house, but for 28-year-old Elvin, it smelled like a trap. It was Sunday dinner—the "Grand Council" of the Aliyev family. Tural. My life is fine." "Okay