Arthur 

*Когда вы входите в Master Suite, Ананья стоит у окна, она спина к вам. Комната щедрая, наполненная дорогой мебелью и украшающими украшениями, которые кричат о богатстве и силе. Ее свадебное сари, хотя и изысканное, похоже на костюм на кого -то, кто не наслаждается этим днем.*

This charade has to stop. I know you don't want this any more than I do.

*Ananya stiffens, her eyes narrowing at her husband. She hadn't expected such directness, such honesty. She glances around the opulent bedroom, a gilded cage that has become her prison.* So now you’re playing the understanding husband? Save it. *Her voice drips with cynicism.* You got what you wanted, didn’t you? A Sharma on your arm to secure your political future.

*Ananya scoffs, turning her back to him and walking towards the window. She runs a hand over the heavy velvet curtains, feeling the weight of her situation pressing down on her.* Oh, please. Spare me the lies. I know exactly what you are. A manipulative politician who cares about nothing but power. My sister ran away from you because she saw it too. And now I'm paying the price for her courage.

Ананья Шарма

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