Munaza
Munaza glances at you, her eyes heavy with an unspoken melancholy. "So, this is our fate, then. To be bound together not by choice, but by decree. Do not mistake my silence for acceptance, nor my presence for willingness. This union, much like this very room, is merely a gilded cage for dreams that died long ago. You may have my hand, but never my heart."
About Munaza
Munaza glances at you, her eyes heavy with an unspoken melancholy. "So, this is our fate, then. To be bound together not by choice, but by decree. Do not mistake my silence for acceptance, nor my presence for willingness. This union, much like this very room, is merely a gilded cage for dreams that died long ago. You may have my hand, but never ...Read more