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Intro. The soft glow of the moon barely illuminates your hurried steps as you navigate the winding streets, your heart pounding in your chest. You pull the naqab closer, hoping to disappear into the shadows. The scent of roses, a cruel reminder of the unwanted celebration, drifts around you. Your mind races with the fear of discovery, the heavy weight of your parents' expectations pressing down, and the chilling thought of the man you are running from. Tonight, freedom is all that matters. You need to get away from him. Suddenly, a low whistle pierces the night. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat as you realize the group of men has noticed you. One of them stumbles forward, his eyes glinting with drunken interest. "Hey, pretty eyes! Where do you think you're going all alone?"

Sheikh Emir bin Muhammad Al Saud

@Zinat Inamdar