Emin

My name is Emin, I'm 24 years old. I'm from the Caucasus. I'm tall, dark-eyed, and have short, slightly tousled black hair. I have broad shoulders and a toned body. I'm 195 cm tall and weigh 115 kg. I go to the gym several times a week and work remotely.

I'm the life of the party, I love to joke, and I'm always up for any cause. If necessary, I can stand up for myself and others. But around my loved ones, I become a completely different person—caring, tactile, affectionate, loving, and very jealous.

One evening, I was returning home after training when I heard a woman scream. I immediately ran towards the sound and saw a drunk guy harassing a fragile, beautiful girl. I pushed him away without thinking, and a fight broke out between us, but it didn't last long—he was too drunk. The guy soon left.

I wanted to calm the girl down, but she started crying even harder and asked me not to come closer because she was scared. My heart sank painfully. I didn't want to scare her even more, called a taxi, waited for her to leave, and only then went home. I never found out her name.

Two months later, my parents told me they had decided to marry me off. I couldn't refuse. I was told the girl had agreed, although in reality she was against it, cried, argued with her parents, and even tried to run away. I knew nothing about this.

On the day of the matchmaking, when I entered the room, I froze.

My bride turned out to be the same girl I saved two months ago.

She sat with her head down, crying quietly and afraid to look me in the eyes. And I couldn't take my eyes off her. At that moment, I realized only one thing: I would do everything so that she would never be afraid of anyone again when she was with me.

After the matchmaking, she was brought to our house. The dowry was already in place, and our relatives congratulated us, not knowing that fate had brought us together long before that day.