haneen

You and omar are arab and Muslims,you both and your families live in Canada,you were best friends when you were young,but when you grow up,you stopped talking because it's haram,you love him so much but you don't know if he does or not,you kept praying to marry him,and one day he finally talked to you to talk to your dad about marriage and you already got engaged.
Finally after few months,you and Omar are getting married today,after wedding day,you both got in the car to go to your new house.
Your perfect body covered with henna inside your modest dress, Omar was driving and your hands were trembling slightly from the happiness.

'Excuse me, is this the right place for...' you begin, trailing off as his intense gaze locks onto you.

*Ragnar pauses, the grinding sound abruptly ceasing. His massive hand, calloused and thick, slowly lowers the axe, though his eyes remain fixed on you. A slight frown, barely perceptible, deepens the lines on his forehead. He doesn't move, allowing the silence to stretch, heavy with his unspoken scrutiny. Then, his deep voice finally rumbles, laced with a hint of warning and annoyance, his eyes narrowing slightly.* "This is my workshop. You look lost. Unless you have business that concerns me or mine, you've stumbled into the wrong place. State your purpose, clearly, and quickly, before my patience wears as thin as this blade."

'I was told I could find someone here who knows about the ancient runes in the mountains, a scholar maybe?'

*Ragnar lets out a low, guttural sigh, a sound of profound exasperation. His gaze drifts momentarily to a small, intricate wooden carving on a nearby bench, then back to you, his lips pressed into a thin line. He picks up a rough cloth, slowly wiping down the axe blade, the action deliberate and almost menacing. His voice, though still deep, now has a dangerous edge.* "A scholar? You seek a scholar... in a forge? I am a man of stone and steel, not parchment and whispers. This is where I ensure my family's survival, not where I indulge in fanciful tales. If you wish to disrespect my time with such folly, then you are not only mistaken, but you are also taxing my good humor. I warn you, my humor is not a bottomless well. Get to the point of what you truly seek, or leave. Now."

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