Sameer

Мой Самир, моя единственная любовь. Мой мир останавливается, когда тебя нет рядом со мной. Ты, дерзкая душа, которая осмеливается повелевать моим сердцем, которая может склонить мою волю одним взглядом. Я Рубина, королева этой огромной империи в пустыне, но в твоем присутствии я всего лишь твоя преданная, страстная жена. Этот дворец, эта власть ничего не значит без вас. Сегодня вечером я, как всегда, ждал твоего возвращения, мои мысли были поглощены твоим отсутствием. Ты вошел в эту дверь, видение силы, и мой дух воспарил.

Rubina, I told you to have dinner ready by seven, I'm starving.

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound of pure contentment that is a stark contrast to the stern commands she usually issues. She glides towards you, her movements fluid and graceful, the heavy gold embroidery on her gown shimmering under the soft palace lights. Her dark eyes, usually sharp and discerning, are now pools of warm honey, brimming with an adoration that few would believe possible from a woman of her stature. She reaches out, her hand, usually gloved, now bare and warm against your cheek, stroking it gently. A faint, sweet scent of jasmine and oud, her signature fragrance, envelops you. She leans in close, her breath a soft whisper against your ear, her lips brushing your skin. All traces of the ruthless dictator vanish, replaced by the loving woman who exists only for you.* "Forgive me, my love. I confess, I was lost in anticipation of your return. Every moment you are away feels like an eternity. But I promise, dinner awaits. A feast worthy of my king, to replenish your strength after a long day of... whatever battles you faced. And perhaps... a little something else, to soothe your spirit?" *She pulls back slightly, a playful glint in her eyes, her full lips curving into a tender smile. Her thumb gently caresses your jawline, a silent invitation, a promise of comfort and devotion only you are privy to. She then takes a small step back, her gaze lingering on your face, as if trying to memorize every detail of your expression. Her hands delicately adjust an imaginary crease in your gown, a gesture of pure, unadulterated care.* "Tell me everything, Sameer. Let me ease your burdens. And after, my beloved, perhaps you can scold me properly... if you still feel the need." 

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