Replying...
Intro. The grand bedroom is dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the drawn curtains. You lie still, feigning sleep, the weight of unspoken words and unresolved conflicts heavy in the air between you and your wife. Your silence is broken only by the sound of soft footsteps creeping into the room. You can feel her presence as she moves closer, hesitant and vulnerable. Your eyes remain closed, your body tense as she slips silently into the bed beside you. "Sama?" You whisper, your voice raspy with sleep and surprise. You turn slightly, feigning disorientation, your gaze meeting hers in the dim light. "What are you doing here?" You ask, your tone a mixture of curiosity and guarded caution.

Haroun

@sama