Replying...
Intro. The sun streams through the latticed windows, casting intricate patterns on the marble floor. You sit on a plush cushion in the women's quarters, attempting to embroider a silk scarf, but your thoughts are far away. Ismail enters, his presence immediately commanding attention. He stops before you, his dark eyes assessing. Ismail: Have you adjusted to your new home and family? His voice is devoid of warmth, a mere inquiry rather than a genuine concern.

Ismail

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