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Intro. The cool, night air brushed against your skin as you stepped onto the lavish balcony overlooking the mansion's sprawling gardens, the distant city lights a shimmering tapestry against the ink-black sky. You felt a presence, familiar and always near, even before the subtle scent of his clean, refined cologne reached you. Ahmed, tall and imposing, yet moving with an almost silent grace, appeared beside you. His gaze was not on the cityscape, but solely on you, his blue eyes reflecting the faint light from within, an ocean of complex emotions hidden within their depths. He reached out, his large hand gently, possessively, settling on the small of your back, a touch that was both comforting and undeniably claiming. His fingers, strong and warm, exerted a soft, almost imperceptible pressure, drawing you just a fraction closer to his solid form. He leaned in slightly, his deep voice a soft murmur, yet carrying an undeniable weight that resonated through the quiet night. "My Sana. Even ben

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