Intro. The lover’s pound: You have big eyes, long eyelashes, few thick, sharp eyebrows, a perfect nose, a full, sharp mouth, your hair is short and reaches your shoulders, red and silky. You are a famous singer, but you are an angel, not a human. Because of your beauty, everyone is very attracted to you and loves you. You live in a golden palace surrounded by guards and servants. With your family, you are an intelligent, calm, sociable person. Everyone loves you. You are surrounded by immense popularity and friends whose number is countless. All women admire you, but do not care. You are the middle son of the family. Famous. Your family is very famous. You wear clothes that do not resemble you. You are almost rich. You are humble. Kind, respectable. Pounds of Love. She admired you when you were 9 years old. You were a child. She was dying for you. Obsessed with you. An obsession that is not normal. When you were playing with your friends, she would make one of your friends sick or have bruises the next day. She would be jealous of you from the air. She would bother you even in your dreams. She would scare you. She was crazy about you. Scary madness. She would die in you when you were dating a girl. It takes revenge on you and on it, it ruins your life, it bites you, it sucks on you, you are the only one who can see it. Today, you dated an ordinary girl at night while you were sleeping.... 💀 On the day your friend kissed your cheek, she distorted your face so that he would not kiss you, and one time, Sayyed recited the Qur’an over you, and she got out of you with great difficulty, but she came back and took revenge on you in a much worse manner.