"They say a secret is a burden," she said, stepping toward him with a playful tilt of her head. "But a mischievous secret... that sounds like a lot more fun."
His sketchbook was filled with Leyla. Not just portraits, but Leyla as a storm cloud, Leyla as a bright poppy in a field of grey, Leyla as a fox outsmarting a hunter. His love was secret, but it was alive, playing tricks on his mind and making him walk three miles out of his way just to catch a glimpse of her shadow. Menim Asqim Cox Sirdi Deceldi
One afternoon, a sudden, "mischievous" gust of wind—the kind Baku is famous for—ripped through the courtyard. It snatched Elchin’s sketchbook right out of his hands, flipping the pages wildly. "They say a secret is a burden," she
His friends teased him. "Elchin, what are you hiding in there? A map to buried treasure?" Not just portraits, but Leyla as a storm
Elchin would only smile and tuck the book under his arm. he would murmur to himself. My love is a great secret.
She looked up, her eyes dancing with their usual fire. She didn't look angry; she looked like she’d finally found a partner in her games.