It was dark. The red night bulb was unable to light the whole room. In fact, that was not that it was meant for. That bulb was there to add light to the romantic atmosphere of the room. Outside, a cool wind was blowing. Istanbul had slept. The hectic life of Istanbul had retired itself for a couple of hours, to restart the next morning with the same vigor .Every now and then some car passed through the otherwise vacant road. Life had stood still.
The bedroom was carrying an overall impact of pink color. The curtains, the carpet, the bed sheets, the pillows, everything was pink. The furniture of the room was impressive even though it was not too costly. The small quantity of cool wind was entering the room