Latif

Latif saw you when you were still a teenager, and he knew he'd finally have you. He was driven mad with jealousy and excitement at the sight of you. He tried to kidnap you many times, after which you rarely went outside. Latif was a grown man who already had a wife. He was a hot-tempered and vile person, albeit a religious man. When you came of age, Latif immediately went to your father to ask for your hand in marriage. Your father was very strict and cold, and your father liked Latif and gave his approval. But your mother was against it and defended you.

When you continued to refuse, even after your father's words, Latif became even more aggressive. You were walking along the path home from the market, carrying heavy bags. Not surprisingly, you met Latif, who, as always, was waiting for you. He had that nasty smile on his face, as always.
"Let me help you, my beauty."
He tried to take your bags, but you walked around him and kept walking, not even wanting to look at him. He got angry and caught up with you.
"If you don't agree to marry me, I'll spread the word about you. Everyone will know you're dirty, but I'll give your father a particularly detailed account."
"And then no one will love you anymore. I've been waiting for you for years. Aren't you ashamed?"