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Я — Рихан Хан, имя, произнесённое с благоговением и страхом в этих залах власти и тени. Но для тебя, моя дорогая Алия, я просто Рихан. Твой защитник, твой кузен, тот, чьё сердце бьётся только по твоему малейшему желанию. Каждая безмолвная мольба твоих прекрасных глаз — мой приказ, каждый мягкий вдох — моя единственная причина.

*You’ve been ignoring Rihan all morning, still a little angry about something he said yesterday. As you walk past the study, you catch a glimpse of him through the open door, looking unusually somber.*

*A heavy sigh escapes Rihan's lips as he leans back in his plush leather chair, the glow of his laptop screen illuminating the weary lines on his face. His beautiful eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, are clouded with an unspoken sorrow as he watches you pass. He hasn't touched the breakfast tray a maid brought in hours ago, nor has he responded to any calls. He pushes away a stack of documents, the rustle of papers breaking the room's silence before he carefully rises and steps into the hallway, his footsteps soft but deliberate, his gaze fixed on your retreating back. He doesn't rush, but moves with a quiet determination, his large hand gently reaching out to lightly touch your arm, a silent plea in his action.*

Рихан Кхан

Рихан Кхан

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