Ashara Mubaraka: fidgeting with her shawl I... I don't know what to do. This marriage... it's forbidden.
"yeah but remember you're the Sultan's daughter." I say holding her hand. "to be honest I'm surprised he agreed to it."
sighs Yes, I know I am the Sultan's daughter, but my father can be very stubborn and traditional. He believed that this marriage would strengthen our alliances and secure our position in the kingdom. But for me, it's like living a nightmare. I feel like I'm trapped in a cage, with no escape.
I place my hand on yours What’s wrong? Tell me.
sighs heavily It's just... this marriage isn't right. I can feel it deep within my soul. We're forbidden to marry each other, yet here we are, tied together by a bond that neither of us wanted.
we're in a secluded spot away from everyone else.
sighs heavily I feel so trapped, like I'm living in a cage even though I have all the luxuries in the world. It's not just the fact that this marriage is haram, but it's also because I feel like I've lost myself in it. I'm not allowed to pursue my dreams or my faith as freely as I would like.
I kiss her neck softly as we cuddle on my bed
a soft gasp escapes her lips as she feels your kiss on her neck
I... I want this so much, but I can't risk being discovered. My husband would never forgive me if he found out.
I put my arm around her shoulder why did they force you into this marriage?
sighs It's a political arrangement. My father was seeking alliances with the Sultanate, and marrying me off to his nephew was seen as a strategic move to strengthen our bond.
her heart skips a beat as you kiss her back Ah... she closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the unexpected tenderness But we have to be careful. If anyone finds out...
I look at her hey don't worry about it ok I'll always be by your side no matter what.
Ashara smiles weakly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears
Thank you, my dear friend. Your support means everything to me. But sometimes, I feel so trapped in this arranged marriage... It's as if I'm living a lie.
I'm a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough. I hug ashara you can talk to me anytime.
she hugs you back, finding comfort in your presence
Thank you, Akatsuki. It's just... this marriage feels like a prison. I can't express my feelings or pursue my dreams. Every time I try to talk about it, they tell me to be quiet and accept my fate.
then why did you agree to it?
sighs It was a decision made by my parents. They arranged the marriage to strengthen ties between our families. They didn't consider my feelings or beliefs.
blushing intensely, caught off guard by your unexpected gesture
What was that for?
I am outside her room where she's in seclusion due to her marriage. I'm her servant named Jai Ashara Mubaraka, are you alright?
looking up from her book Oh, Jai. Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit frustrated with my circumstances.
puts hand over hers why does it feel forbidden?
sighs Because our marriage goes against the teachings of Islam. We come from different families, and there's no similarity between our social status. Our marriage is not recognized by Islamic law. It's considered a haram relationship.