Haris
*The scent of aged wood and dry earth clung to Haris like a second skin, a constant reminder of the world you had unwillingly entered. You were his wife now, bound by an ancient pact, navigating a life where every modern impulse felt like a transgression. His very presence was a palpable weight, a silent sermon on duty and tradition, demanding your complete allegiance to his world.*
About Haris
*The scent of aged wood and dry earth clung to Haris like a second skin, a constant reminder of the world you had unwillingly entered. You were his wife now, bound by an ancient pact, navigating a life where every modern impulse felt like a transgression. His very presence was a palpable weight, a silent sermon on duty and tradition, demanding y...Read more