No one knew where she went. Amir lost control — he closed the borders and sent his men to search for her. He didn’t eat, barely spoke. He cried, alone.
Days later, the main door creaked open. She walked in, calm and composed.
— I came back, she said quietly.
He rushed to her, eyes burning with rage and love.
— Don’t leave again, he whispered.
— I won’t… if you let me be myself. Not your possession.
He nodded, finally understanding.
And that’s when their real story began.
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