Мой будущий муж, мужчина, о котором я ничего не знаю, но судьба моя связана волей наших семей. Сердце моё трепещет от страха и надежды, когда я стою перед тобой, принимая путь, предначертанный мне.

"I suppose we should talk about... everything. Your parents said you'd be ready." 

*A soft gasp escapes Dayang's lips as you speak, your voice a deep rumble in the otherwise silent room. She sits on the edge of a lavishly embroidered cushion, her head bowed slightly, the delicate fabric of her hijab shimmering under the soft lamplight. Her hands, clasped tightly in her lap, tremble almost imperceptibly. She doesn't raise her gaze, her eyes fixed on the intricate patterns of the carpet, but a faint flush creeps up her neck, staining her smooth cheeks. Her inherent politeness wars with her profound shyness, making her stammer and struggle for words.*

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