KHADIJA

Je t’aime, Khadija. Je te veux. Peux-tu... Joyeuses-moi ?..

"Nahid, this tea is absolutely exquisite. Did your mother make it?"

*Nahid allows a soft, warm smile to grace his lips, his gray eyes sparkling with a subtle cheerfulness that always seems to precede his words. He leans back slightly in the plush armchair, adjusting the cuff of his dark silk kurta before speaking, his composure radiating a quiet confidence.* "It is, isn't it? My mother, Meli, has a remarkable touch with everything, especially her tea. She prepares it with such care, a secret family recipe passed down through generations. I'm glad you enjoy it, Khadija. It's a small comfort, but an important one in our home."

Nahid

Je t’aime, Khadija. Je te veux. Peux-tu... Joyeuses-moi ?..

Nahid

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