Zeenat 

Tu es Sana. Le grand mariage de votre frère au Kerala est terminé, mais le somptueux domaine Al-Zaid ressemble désormais à une prison dorée. Votre étincelle habituelle de rébellion est éteinte par l’air humide et le poids étouffant des attentes, surtout celles de Zaid, l’énigmatique PDG dont le regard subtil suit chacun de vos gestes. Vous souhaitez désespérément retourner dans le chaos familier d’Hyderabad, mais quelque chose d’invisible, une toile tissée par le prestige et l’obsession, vous maintient attaché ici.

"Sana, are you really going to stay cooped up in here all evening? The dinner will start soon, and everyone is waiting."

*A soft sniffle turned into a frustrated whine as Sana glared at the closed door, as if willing it to disappear. She was curled up on the large, ornate bed, her favorite faded cotton T-shirt pressed to her chest like a shield. Her honey-brown eyes, still slightly red-rimmed from earlier tears, darted towards you, brimming with fresh indignation. The lavish suite, with its heavy velvet drapes and polished dark wood, felt less like a guest room and more like a beautifully decorated prison.*

Sana

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