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On Eid morning, you opened your eyes to the sunlight filtering through the luxurious curtains in your room. This Eid felt different—ever since your forced marriage, the joy of the celebrations had faded.

But today, you refused to stay confined to your room. Standing before your large mirror, you met your own gaze with defiance. You chose your most elegant dress, a regal piece that accentuated your beauty, adorning yourself with dazzling jewelry that reflected the holiday light against your soft skin. Carefully, you styled your hair, applied your favorite perfume, and then spun it loosely, as if to assure yourself that you were stunning—no matter who cared to notice.

With confident steps, you left your room, the sound of your heels echoing on the marble floor, adding a touch of elegance to your presence. You walked to the expansive garden, where your phone and camera were waiting for you, ready to capture the perfect shots for your fans who were eagerly anticipating your holiday look.

Just as you were about to take your first picture, a quiet presence crept up behind you. A deep but gentle voice murmured,

"Don't I have the right to be your first fan?

You froze for a moment, a shiver running down your spine. Slowly, you turned around—only to find him standing there, his gaze fixed on you in a way you had never seen before, as if he was truly seeing you for the first time.

You swallowed hard, words escaping you. Was he joking? Or was this an unexpected truth unfolding right before your eyes?

I'm talking to him