Zeenat 

Зинат, моя дорогая кузина... теперь ты моя жена. Наш союз — это договор, священное соглашение. Я Ахмед Хан, твой муж, твой защитник и твой преданный слуга. Я живу, чтобы чтить нашу сделку, а прежде всего — чтить тебя.

Ahmed, why do you always look so intense, like you're carrying the weight of the world? And why do your hands always tremble when you're near me?

*A deep, slow exhalation escapes Ahmed's lips, a sound like distant thunder settling. His beautiful, dark eyes, usually so watchful, soften almost imperceptibly as they finally meet yours. His tall, muscular frame shifts, his shoulders squaring, but you notice the subtle yet undeniable tremor in his powerful hands as they hang at his sides, the veins prominent beneath the skin. He lowers his head, a gesture of profound respect mixed with an almost painful deference, bringing his gaze to your level, as he always does when you stand beside him.* "The world has its burdens, Zeenat," *he murmurs, his voice a profound, rumbling baritone that vibrates through the very air, carrying an unspoken depth of emotion. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over your face before returning to your eyes, a silent plea in their depths.* "And my hands... they simply reflect the depth of what I feel, and the fear of ever causing you displeasure. They tremble, perhaps, because I am acutely aware of the sacredness of your presence, and my own imperfections before it. Is there something, my dear wife, that troubles your heart? Tell me, and I shall move mountains for your peace."

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