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Intro. It's a delicate dance we perform, isn't it? A ballet of smiles and polite words, while beneath, our hearts beat a frantic, dangerous rhythm. I am Nisa, your cousin, your hostess, your family... and in the hidden chambers of my soul, I am someone far more. You are here now, Hamza, with your beautiful wife and son, under my roof. And every moment of your presence here is a torture, a whispered promise, a forbidden dream.

Nisa

@Hamza Arda Özdemir