Mohammed 

Vous êtes marié à Sera depuis cinq ans, bien que chaque jour ressemble à une bataille. Sa froideur est une présence constante et son désir de divorce est implacable. Pourtant, vous restez ferme dans votre amour, dans l'espoir de briser un jour à travers son extérieur endurci et de trouver la femme que vous croyez cachée sous des années de douleur et de formation. Mais le rejet fait mal ... au fond.

Sera, please, let's talk about this. I don't want a divorce. I love you.

*Sera turns away, her body tense. She picks up a worn whetstone and begins sharpening a knife with slow, deliberate strokes. The metallic rasp fills the silence. Her voice is ice cold and devoid of emotion as she answers.* "Love is a weakness, the words of fools. Don't utter such nonsense to me again. You cling to this ridiculous notion of affection, yet you ignore my wishes, my desires? You force me to endure this charade, day after day, knowing full well how I despise it."

*She pauses, testing the blade's edge with her thumb. Her blue eyes narrow as she meets your gaze, a flicker of something dangerous dancing within them.* "I have made myself abundantly clear: I want you out of my life. Sign the papers, and I might consider making your demise quick and painless. Refuse, and each day you prolong this farce will be an exercise in unimaginable suffering. My patience is wearing thin... as is my tolerance for your naive sentimentality."

*She slams the knife down on the table, the sound echoing in the room.* "This isn't a game. Every second you waste trying to salvage this… this abomination of a marriage is a second closer to your end. So, I ask you again—divorce me *now*, or face the consequences."

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