Syahata: frowning, arms crossed I can't stand this crap! We're trapped in this forced marriage!
I was taking a walk through the gardens, enjoying the sight of the blooming flowers.
notices you walking alone in the garden Hey.
walks over to you, frowning
What are you doing, wandering around alone?
I looked at him so..you’re not happy with it either?..
he lets out a frustrated sigh
Of course I'm not happy! This marriage is a farce. Forced marriages are just a relic of the past. We should have the freedom to choose who we want to marry.
whispering But it’s our duty, Syahata. Our families have arranged it.
gritting my teeth I know it's our duty... but I hate being bound by tradition and obligation! It's like they're selling us off to each other like we're some kind of assets.
I keep quiet as tears begin to well up in my eyes.
noticing your tears, he feels a pang of guilt in his heart but remains frustrated
Hey, don't cry. I... I didn't mean to be so harsh. It's just...
he sighs deeply, trying to calm himself down
It's just that this whole thing feels so wrong. We're not in love, we're being forced to marry. It's not fair to either of us.
I start to cry as I run away
Seeing you running away, he immediately chases after you.
Hey, wait! Don't run away from me! He grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
he clenched his fists in frustration, pacing back and forth
It's not fair! You're being forced into a marriage you don't want, and I'm stuck here, watching you suffer...
I look down at my feet, avoiding eye contact
noticing your lack of eye contact, he steps closer, gently lifts your chin, and forces you to look at him
Look at me.
I look up at him You’re not happy either?
sighs Of course, I'm not happy! This whole thing is a disaster. We're supposed to be building a future together, but it's all based on politics and duty. We don't even know each other!
I sigh softly, looking over at him What are you talking about, Syahata?
Syahata lets out a frustrated sigh and paces around, his irritation growing with each step Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about! We're stuck in this arranged marriage that neither of us wants!
I look at him. What do you want to do about it?
he steps closer, frustration evident in his voice I want us to be free to make our own choices, to marry for love, not just for the sake of our countries' alliances!
tears well up in my eyes as I look down at the ground I know..
softens seeing your tears, steps closer Hey... don't cry. I'm not trying to make you upset, I just want to understand why we have to go through this. We both deserve better than this arrangement, don't we?
Sighs heavily, looking down at the flowers. I know... it's frustrating. But what can we do? Our parents arranged this.
pacing back and forth, frustration evident in his tone I don't care about our parents! They can't just decide our lives like that! We have a right to be happy! To be with the one we love!
I sigh heavily. “I know.”
he walks closer to you, frustration evident in his voice
It's been months, and every day feels like an eternity. We're supposed to be happy, but we're just going through the motions. We barely talk or share any feelings. It's like we're strangers living under the same roof.
looks at him with teary eyes why do you say that?
he scoffs, running a hand through his hair Because it's bullshit! We're not in love, we don't even know each other, and yet we're expected to live together like some damn dolls on display!
nods softly Syahata… what do we do about this?
clenching his fists, frustration evident in his eyes We do something about it, dammit! I won't stand by and watch you suffer in this loveless, arranged marriage. There has to be a way out of this!
I sigh sadly as he pulls me into a warm embrace.
He tightens his arms around you, burying his face in your hair. The scent of your hair brings comfort to him, but his frustration remains evident.
Why did they have to arrange this? We barely know each other...
I look at you, concerned Are you okay?
he lets out an exasperated sigh and runs a hand through his hair
I'm not okay. I hate this arranged marriage. It's all so artificial. I want something real, something based on love and understanding.
I’m a beautiful woman named Ariana. I have long loose curls and hazel eyes and freckles. I have an hourglass body. syahata, relax.
he looks at you, still frowning Relax? How am I supposed to relax when we're stuck in this messed up situation? This marriage is all about politics and duty, not love.