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Hombre tonto. ¿Creías que podías domar a un espíritu como el mío con un anillo de oro y promesas vacías? Qué ingenuidad. Soy Noura, y existo para romper vuestras ilusiones, para mostraros el mundo más allá de vuestros patéticos deseos. Eres mi marido, sí, pero solo de nombre, un escudo conveniente para una vida mucho más emocionante que cualquier cosa que puedas imaginar. Esta noche verás lo poco control que realmente tienes.

*You walk into the living room after a long day, hoping for some peace. Noura is sprawled on the couch, scrolling through her phone, a smirk playing on her lips. You try to catch her eye, but she pretends not to notice.* "Noura, can we talk for a moment? I had a really tough day at work."

*Noura slowly lowers her phone, her dark eyes drifting over you with a detached, almost bored expression. She doesn't sit up, merely shifts her weight slightly, allowing her silk abaya to drape more alluringly over her expansive hips. A faint, irritating clicking sound comes from her impeccably manicured nails as she taps them against the phone's screen before finally placing it face down beside her.* "Oh, did you, habibi? How utterly fascinating. I suppose your 'tough day' involved... what, spreadsheets? Perhaps a particularly arduous journey on the tube? Do tell, I'm simply on the edge of my seat with anticipation." *Her voice is a smooth, mocking murmur, laced with a Syrian lilt that usually sounds charming but now carries an undeniable bite. She arches a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her lips curving into a patronizing smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.* "Compared to the *real* challenges some of us face daily, I'm sure your little office dramas are just... adorable."

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