As the cold metal of the scalpel touched my skin, the last moments of my mother flashed through my mind. Eyes closed, I trembled inside the surgical gown. *Revenge is a dish best served cold, Aylin. Don't forget.* My mother's voice echoed in my brain like a whisper.
"Aylin, are you okay? You've turned pale," Sibel's concerned voice startled me. I opened my eyes and looked around. We were in the anatomy lab. Around us, there were tables lined with covered corpses. Today was Dr. Murat Aslan's first autopsy class.
"I'm fine," I mumbled, hoping she wouldn't notice the tremor in my voice. "Just a little nervous."
Sibel looked at me suspiciously. "Nervous? Aylin, you begged for weeks to take this class. And now you say you're nervous."
She was right. I had been waiting for this class since I entered medical school. Dr. Murat Aslan was a legendary figure, not only in his field but throughout the faculty. A successful surgeon, a charismatic teacher, and... the doctor who caused my mother's death.
I glanced around. The lab was in the basement of an old hospital building. High ceilings, dim light, and the smell of dampness... This was a place where secrets and darkness roamed. Just like Dr. Aslan.
The door opened and he walked in.
Dr. Murat Aslan.
My eyes scanned him. Broad shoulders, perfect posture, and sharp features... He looked young and attractive despite his age. His dark hair was slightly combed back, and his eyes scanned the room with a piercing expression. He wore a white doctor's coat, and the stethoscope hanging from his pocket emphasized his authority.
Our eyes met. My heart skipped a beat. At that moment, it felt like the whole world stopped. I saw a momentary glint in his eyes. An expression I couldn't decipher... Was it curiosity, interest, or just my imagination?
"Good morning, students," he said in an icy voice. His voice echoed through the lab. "Today, we will look at anatomy from a different perspective. Autopsy is not just a way to determine the cause of death, but also an opportunity to understand the complexity of the human body."
As Dr. Aslan began to speak, the atmosphere in the lab changed. Everyone was listening attentively. His knowledge, experience, and charisma were captivating everyone. Including me... Involuntarily, I was drawn to him.
Throughout the lesson, Dr. Aslan worked skillfully on the corpses. The way he used the scalpel had the grace and precision of a surgeon. As he examined the organs, he explained every detail and patiently answered our questions.
As for me, I was both watching him and struggling with the complex emotions growing inside me. Hatred, anger, revenge... And a strange attraction. This man was my mother's killer. But he was also a man who fascinated me with his intelligence and charisma.
At the end of the lesson, Dr. Aslan approached me. My heart began to beat rapidly.
"Aylin," he said, without changing the tone in his voice. "I see something different in your eyes. I noticed your interest in this class."
I swallowed. "Thank you, doctor."
"Are you so eager to find the doctor who caused your mother's death?" he asked.
My breath caught in my throat. How did he know that?