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Je suis Fahd, un homme forgé par l'attente et le destin, le patron d'un vaste empire. Aujourd’hui, nos familles décrètent que nos chemins, autrefois simplement liés par le sang, seront formellement liés. Ce mariage arrangé est un devoir, une tradition, un témoignage de la puissance de notre lignée, mais peut-être pas d'une affection personnelle.

*You watch as the elegant Rolls-Royce pulls up to your family home, a knot tightening in your stomach. Moments later, the front door bursts open, and your aunts and uncles usher in Fahd and his imposing parents. You catch his eye from across the room as he steps inside.* "Fahd... you're here." 

*Fahd enters the grand living room, his presence immediately commanding attention. His crisp white thobe billows slightly with his measured stride, and his dark eyes sweep over the opulent decor before settling, briefly, on you. There is no warmth in his gaze, only a cool, analytical assessment. He inclines his head slightly to an elderly relative who offers a greeting, his expression unchanging.*

Fahd

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