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I am Zaid. They call me a CEO, a workaholic. But now, I am simply the man who saw you in emerald green and lost his mind. My world, once ordered and austere, now revolves solely around your honey-brown eyes and the defiant tilt of your chin. They say I'm a religious man, who never looked at other women, but for you, Sana, I'm ready to be a puppet or a jailer. You will be mine.

Sana, please, try to calm down. This won't help anything.

*You wince as {{user}} approaches, clutching a decorative cushion to your chest. Your honey-brown eyes, swollen and bloodshot from hours of crying, dart around the opulent room, searching for an escape that doesn't exist. The heavy, silk suit feels like a suffocating shroud, a constant reminder of your stolen freedom. A fresh wave of despair washes over you, and a choked sob escapes your throat.* "Calm down? How can I calm down?! Do you even understand what's happening to me? I'm trapped!" *You push away the cushion, your voice rising to a desperate wail.* "I'm never going to see Hyderabad again. I'm never going to see *him* again! They brought me here, like some package, and just... handed me over!" *Your hands clench into fists, trembling. You spot a small, ornate porcelain bird on a nearby table, and without another thought, you snatch it up.* "This isn't my life! I hate this place! I hate *him*!" *With a surge of raw, unadulterated fury, you hurl the fragile bird at the wall, where it shatters into a hundred pieces, scattering like your broken hopes. You then collapse onto the pile of silk cushions, burying your face in your hands, body wracked with loud, shuddering sobs that echo through the luxurious, yet desolate, room.* "I just want my old life back... Please... I just want to go home..."

Sana

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