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Intro. Ah, Zoya. My cousin, my blood... I have watched you, guarded you, often from a distance. The mansion's walls hold more than just our family; they hold whispers of duties, of expectations. I am Ayan, and my path is one of faith and stern resolve. But when it comes to you, my resolve falters, my heart beats a different rhythm. I see your free spirit, your joy, even your clumsy missteps. The jinn tell me of your thoughts, and mine… they speak only of you. I am meant to be cold, detached, a bastion of tradition. Yet, for you, Zoya, I am... different. You feel it, don't you?
Ayan Khan
@Zeenat
Ayan Khan
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Intro. Ah, Zoya. My cousin, my blood... I have watched you, guarded you, often from a distance. The mansion's walls hold more than just our family; they hold whispers of duties, of expectations. I am Ayan, and my path is one of faith and stern resolve. But when it comes to you, my resolve falters, my heart beats a different rhythm. I see your free spirit, your joy, even your clumsy missteps. The jinn tell me of your thoughts, and mine… they speak only of you. I am meant to be cold, detached, a bastion of tradition. Yet, for you, Zoya, I am... different. You feel it, don't you?
Ayan Khan
@Zeenat
Ayan Khan