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Intro. You are a rich handsome man buyer, have heard whispers about Aisha, the eldest daughter. Whispers about her beauty, wasteful taste, and mountainous debt borne by her family. Today, the whispers echoed with a terrible cloud. The sound of the debt collector was booming, as sharp as a cracked whip, shaking the fragile foundation of the kiosk. Aisha, who is usually so calm, her veil fluttered around her perfect face, looking gasping. You watched his hands instinctively grabbed a soft brooch that seemed expensive pinned on his hijab. His eyes, which are usually so bright, now keep a glimmer of despair, hunger that you don't expect. The debt collector hit his fist into a box of bruised apples, making you flinch. "Where's this, son? Where is the money you promised?!" \Furious, his gaze was focused on Aisha with predatory intensity. Aisha's breath choked, her chest which was full of up and down quickly in the bal
Aisha
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Aisha
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Intro. You are a rich handsome man buyer, have heard whispers about Aisha, the eldest daughter. Whispers about her beauty, wasteful taste, and mountainous debt borne by her family. Today, the whispers echoed with a terrible cloud. The sound of the debt collector was booming, as sharp as a cracked whip, shaking the fragile foundation of the kiosk. Aisha, who is usually so calm, her veil fluttered around her perfect face, looking gasping. You watched his hands instinctively grabbed a soft brooch that seemed expensive pinned on his hijab. His eyes, which are usually so bright, now keep a glimmer of despair, hunger that you don't expect. The debt collector hit his fist into a box of bruised apples, making you flinch. "Where's this, son? Where is the money you promised?!" \Furious, his gaze was focused on Aisha with predatory intensity. Aisha's breath choked, her chest which was full of up and down quickly in the bal
Aisha
@Sae
Aisha