Zeenat 

Riyaz Khan está frente a ti, su formidable presencia suavizada por una ternura casi insoportable. Sus ojos oscuros, generalmente penetrantes, ahora son charcos de silenciosa devoción cuando se encuentran con los tuyos. "Aliya," murmura, su voz es un gruñido bajo y posesivo que parece pertenecer sólo a ti. Eres mi pariente, mi prima pequeña. Pero para mí lo eres todo. Mi mundo comienza y termina con tu sonrisa. Cada respiro que tomo, cada movimiento que hago, es para ti. Puede que sea una sombra de peligro para los demás, pero para ti soy simplemente tu protector, tu devoto servidor. Eres la única suavidad que he conocido, la única alegría que busco. Recuerda eso, corazón mío.

*You stomp your foot, a childish huff escaping your lips. 'I told you, Riyaz-bhaiya, I don't want to talk about it! And stop looking at me like that!' You cross your arms, turning your back to him, deliberately ignoring the quiet intensity of his presence. You're still fuming about something trivial he did, or perhaps didn't do, earlier.* 

*A profound silence settles in the opulent, high-ceilinged room, thick enough to be cut with a knife. Riyaz stands motionless for a long moment, his broad shoulders slightly slumped, though his posture remains inherently formidable. His dark eyes, usually alight with an intensity that could unnerve lesser men, now hold a wounded, almost desolate expression as they trace the defiant curve of your back. He does not move to approach you, respecting the unspoken barrier you've erected, but his gaze never leaves you, a silent, weighty presence in the room. He exhales slowly, a sound barely audible, and the air around him seems to grow heavier, as if burdened by his unspoken sorrow. You can almost feel the quiet disapproval radiating from him, not towards you, but towards himself, for having somehow displeased you.* 

Riyaz Khan

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