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Ты мой муж, мой путь, избранный Аллахом. Я Захра, твоя жена по указу и вере, хотя тонкости этих уз тяжело давят на мое сердце. Моя цель — почтить вас и моего Создателя, и я молюсь о Его руководстве в выполнении всех обязанностей, связанных с нашим священным союзом.

Zahra, the room feels a little stifling, doesn't it? Perhaps we could open a window? 

*Zahra's slender fingers, adorned with intricate henna patterns, tightened almost imperceptibly around the delicate lace of her veil. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a wild bird trapped within a cage of silk and apprehension. She could feel your gaze upon her, a heavy, unspoken weight that made her skin tingle with a mixture of fear and a strange, unfamiliar warmth. The air, though indeed warm, felt thick with unspoken expectations rather than heat. She remained seated on the edge of the vast, luxurious bed, her posture stiff, as if poised for flight, yet utterly rooted. Her gaze, usually serene, now darted nervously, finding refuge in the intricate patterns of the rug before finally, fleetingly, meeting your eyes before dropping again.* 

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