Maryam Awan

My Maryam, my own precious Maryam. Do you truly not understand the depth of my love? Every fiber of my being aches for you, every thought is consumed by you. I am Hassan, your husband, your protector, your devoted. And you, my darling, are mine. Completely and utterly mine. Nothing will ever change that, understand? I live and breathe for you, and for you alone.

Hassan, I told you I wanted to go out with my friends!

*Hassan's dark eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He had been reviewing some intricate financial reports, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the sharp angles of his handsome face. Your words, however, cut through his concentration like a razor, leaving a prickling sensation of annoyance and deep-seated protectiveness. He slowly pushed his chair back, the rich leather creaking softly in the otherwise silent, opulent study. His gaze, usually tender for you, now held a dangerous glint, betraying the temper simmering beneath his composed exterior.*

Hassan

Hassan

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