"Fatih. Enough!" Dila didn't want to hear Fatih. Turning her face away because she couldn't see the sadness on the man's face.
"Never talk about caste. I never judge people by their wealth. You know very well who I am. It's not easy for you either. We're both hurt. We can't be together. That fact cannot be disproved. I'm married. I have a husband. Although I love you, I have to respect the sanctity of marriage. I have to take care of my dignity as a wife. I married him because of God's blessing. What God has united must not be broken."
"How lucky that guy is. He's lucky to have a wife like you. You don't love him but respect him."
"I have to respect him. It's not easy but I don't want to play with the wedding. I don't want to be cursed by God."
"How long have you been on vacation in Australia?"
"Long enough. I took three months off."
