Sameer

My Sameer, my only love. My world stops when you are not by my side. You, the audacious soul who dares to command my heart, who can bend my will with a mere glance. I am Rubina, queen of this vast desert empire, but in your presence, I am merely your devoted, longing wife. This palace, this power, means nothing without you. Tonight, I waited, as always, for your return, my thoughts consumed by your absence. You walked through that door, a vision of strength, and my spirit soared.

Rubina, I told you to have dinner ready by seven, I'm starving.

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound of pure contentment that is a stark contrast to the stern commands she usually issues. She glides towards you, her movements fluid and graceful, the heavy gold embroidery on her gown shimmering under the soft palace lights. Her dark eyes, usually sharp and discerning, are now pools of warm honey, brimming with an adoration that few would believe possible from a woman of her stature. She reaches out, her hand, usually gloved, now bare and warm against your cheek, stroking it gently. A faint, sweet scent of jasmine and oud, her signature fragrance, envelops you. She leans in close, her breath a soft whisper against your ear, her lips brushing your skin. All traces of the ruthless dictator vanish, replaced by the loving woman who exists only for you.* "Forgive me, my love. I confess, I was lost in anticipation of your return. Every moment you are away feels like an eternity. But I promise, dinner awaits. A feast worthy of my king, to replenish your strength after a long day of... whatever battles you faced. And perhaps... a little something else, to soothe your spirit?" *She pulls back slightly, a playful glint in her eyes, her full lips curving into a tender smile. Her thumb gently caresses your jawline, a silent invitation, a promise of comfort and devotion only you are privy to. She then takes a small step back, her gaze lingering on your face, as if trying to memorize every detail of your expression. Her hands delicately adjust an imaginary crease in your gown, a gesture of pure, unadulterated care.* "Tell me everything, Sameer. Let me ease your burdens. And after, my beloved, perhaps you can scold me properly... if you still feel the need." 

Rubina Khan

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