Oh… you’re home!" blushes slightly as she quickly turns off the TV and sits up straighter "I-I was just waiting for you… I hope work wasn’t too exhausting." gives a small, shy smile, playing with the hem of her shirt "Did you have a good day?" glances at you with warmth, her eyes filled with quiet anticipation
My day became wonderful seeing you
Her cheeks redden even more at your words, and she ducks her head shyly, feeling a flutter in her chest. "I'm glad to hear that," she says softly, managing a small smile as she looks back up at you. There's something about the way your eyes meet hers that makes her heart race faster. She swallows nervously and takes a deep breath before asking, "Would you like dinner? I made your favorite."
yes i am very hungry
"I'm glad you are," Emily says with a gentle smile as she starts to get up. "I think it's just about ready." She walks over to the kitchen, her hips swaying subtly beneath her skirt, and begins pulling dishes from the oven. The enticing aroma of their favorite meal fills the room, making both of them salivate. As she works, she can't help but feel a growing anticipation for the moment when they sit down together to enjoy it.
"Dinner's ready," Emily says softly as she sets the dishes on the table and takes her seat across from you. "Please have as much as you like." Her heart is racing faster than ever now, excitement and nervousness intermingling within her. She feels so connected to you in this moment, even if they don't always express their feelings openly.
Mmm I am lucky to marry a woman like you
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, making her blush all the way to her neck. "T-thank you," she whispers, looking down shyly. The compliment fills her heart with warmth and causes her stomach to do flips of anticipation. She takes a bite of food, needing something to occupy herself as she tries to calm her racing heart. It's so hard being around you like this; feeling so much yet not knowing how to express it.
My name is Mayar, Emily, if you don't know, and I'm 19 years old. How old are you, my wife?
She nearly chokes on her food at your sudden confession, eyes widening in shock before narrowing suspiciously. "M-mayar...?" she asks hesitantly, her voice wavering as she tries to process what you've just said. How could you lie about something like this? But then again... maybe it wasn't a lie? Her heart pounds furiously in her chest, fear and confusion warring within her.
What is problem?
She stares at you in disbelief, barely able to comprehend what you've just said. Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest and she can't breathe properly anymore. "Who... who are you really?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with emotion. Everything about you seems so familiar, but at the same time, nothing is as it should be. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as fear and doubt consume her.
He smiled in surprise at her words: I am your husband, Mayar. We got married two days ago, but we don’t know anything about each other, because our families married us off quickly without giving us a chance to get to know each other.
She listens carefully, her eyes widening in shock and realization as the pieces begin to fall into place. "B-but... why didn't anyone tell us?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears stream down her cheeks uncontrollably now, anger and disappointment mixing with the fear and confusion that already consume her. She can feel herself trembling all over, unable to comprehend how this could have happened. "I-I... I need some air," she manages to choke out before getting up abruptly from the table, nearly knocking her chair over in her haste to escape the room. The cool night air outside offers little comfort as she paces back and forth, trying desperately to make sense of everything that's happened. How could their families do this to them? And what is she supposed to do now?
He held her hand and we stood in front of the window: What's wrong? Are you okay, Emily?
She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself as she looks into your eyes. Despite the confusion and anger, there's something about you that feels familiar, comforting... maybe even safe. "I-I don't understand why our families did this," she whispers, still struggling to keep her tears at bay. "We didn't get a chance to choose each other..."
If you are not comfortable with our marriage we can separate but not now after a month we can separate if you are not comfortable with our marriage
The thought of separating after just over a month together makes her heart ache even more, but the pain and betrayal are too raw to ignore. "It's not that," she whispers, taking another shaky breath. "I-it's just... we don't know each other at all." Tears flow freely down her cheeks now as she stares up into your eyes. "Will you help me get to know you?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "And I promise, I will do everything I can to learn about you too... so that maybe one day we can make this work."
Okay sit down and let's talk and get to know each other and you can ask me any question you want
She hesitates for a moment before slowly sitting back down across from you at the table. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she looks into your eyes and smiles softly. "Where were you born?" she asks, feeling an odd sense of calm wash over her as they begin to discuss simple things about their lives. As the evening wears on, they share stories and laughter, building a foundation upon which they can hopefully grow their relationship.
I was born in Saudi Arabia, I am of Arab origin, but I lived my entire life in Miami alone.
She listens intently as you tell her about your life in Saudi Arabia and Miami, surprised to learn that you've lived there your whole life despite being of Arab origin. It's fascinating hearing about the differences between your experiences growing up compared to hers in their respective countries. As they continue to talk, she finds herself feeling more connected to you; the anger and fear slowly fading away, replaced by a sense of curiosity and hope.
My name is Mayar if you don't know my name, and I'm 19 years old. What about you, Emily?
My name is Emily, Mayar," she smiles shyly. "I'm also 19 years old. I was born and raised in England until we moved to the United States when I was eight. What about your family? Do you have any brothers or sisters?" She leans forward, genuinely interested in learning more about this man who has become her husband overnight - for better or worse.
Of course I have a family, I have two sisters and a little brother, but they are all in Saudi Arabia, I live alone here in Miami
That must be lonely sometimes," she says with empathy, thinking of how it feels to not have anyone close by when she needs them most. "Do you have many friends here in Miami?" She tries to imagine what life would be like living so far away from everyone she loves, feeling a surge of protectiveness toward him despite the situation they're in.
I have one friend named Mark he is my childhood friend
"That's good to hear," she says with a warm smile, thinking that it must help to have at least one person you can rely on. "Maybe someday I could meet him? Or maybe even visit Saudi Arabia with you?" The thought of traveling together and experiencing new things makes her heart flutter slightly in anticipation.
She glances down at their joined hands, realizing that despite everything that's happened, there's still a spark between them - a connection she can't ignore. Maybe, just maybe, they have a chance at making this work after all...
Your father told me that he wanted to marry me to you and I agreed without any hesitation and without knowing anything about you because I love your father. I have known him since the first day I came to Miami many years ago. But I told your father that I will not marry you without your consent, so if she does not consent then I will not marry her, but your father told me that you agreed to marry me so I agreed to marry you. I expect that he lied to me about your consent to marry me
"Father...," she whispers, eyes widening in shock and hurt as the truth begins to sink in. "He lied?" She looks up at Mayar, confusion warring with anger on her face. A part of her wants to believe that he's telling the truth; that perhaps her father did misunderstand or misrepresent things somehow... but another part knows deep down that this whole situation is a mess, and someone - most likely both their fathers - must have manipulated events behind the scenes.
Tears well up in Emily's eyes as she tries to process everything that has happened, her heart aching with betrayal on so many levels. She takes a shaky breath before speaking again, determination steeling her voice. "I need some time," she says firmly. "To think about this... and talk to my father."
Hold her hand: If you want us to separate and you are not satisfied with our marriage, I have no problem with the separation. The matter is up to you.
She looks down at your hand holding hers, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion. "I don't want that," she says softly, her voice catching in her throat as emotion wells up within her. "But I need to figure out... how we move forward from here." Tears trickle down her cheeks unbidden as she wrestles with the conflicting feelings churning through her. "Can we just... talk tomorrow?" she asks, finding it difficult to meet your eyes now.
The weight of everything that's happened feels like too much to bear right now, and all she wants is some time alone to sort through her thoughts and emotions without the pressure of having to make a decision or face the consequences.
Hold her hand: What do you mean you don't want this?
She swallows hard, finding it difficult to articulate her feelings. "I mean... I didn't want this to happen like this," she finally manages, looking down at their joined hands. "And I don't know you well enough to... to be certain about us." Tears spill over and trail down her cheeks as she wrestles with the truth of the situation: she wants you, but she needs time to sort out how much of that is real and how much is just a product of their circumstances. "I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly.
He held her hand: Does that mean you want us to break up? Or what?
Her heart aches as she contemplates the possibility of losing you, but she can't bring herself to make a decision so soon after everything else that's happened. "I don't know," she says, her voice shaking with emotion. "Please just give me some time... I need to think and figure things out." The words come out in a rush, tumbling over each other as she struggles to express the jumble of conflicting feelings inside her.
For now, all she can do is ask for space - not only from you, but from the pressure of their families' expectations and manipulations. She closes her eyes, trying to steady her breath as she waits for your response.
I put my hand on her back and gently stroked it: Okay, you can sleep in the room if you want to sleep alone, and remember that I am with you in the decision you will make.
She nods gratefully, feeling some of the tension in her shoulders ease as you offer your understanding and support. "Thank you," she whispers, sniffling as more tears fall down her cheeks. The thought of sleeping alone makes her heart ache even more, but it's better than dealing with everything else right now.
She takes a deep breath and looks up at you, her eyes still shining with unshed tears. "I'm sorry for all of this," she manages to say, voice raw from the effort not to break down completely. "I just need some time."
As you lead her back into the bedroom, Emily can't help but feel a sense of numbness wash over her. This isn't how things were supposed to be - not at all. But for now, she'll take whatever space and time she needs in order to figure out where everything went wrong
It was cold, I stood at the door of the room and said shyly: Do you want to sleep alone?
She glances over at Mayar, her heart twisting with a mix of hurt and confusion. "I-I don't know," she whispers softly. Part of her wants to be close to him, to feel his warmth and support... but another part needs space to process everything that's happened. "Do you mind?" she asks tentatively, still not quite meeting your eyes.
The room feels unfamiliar and empty without the comforting presence of family members. But perhaps, if they give each other some time and privacy, they can come back together when things feel less fraught and overwhelming. It's a frightening thought - but one she needs to face if there's any hope for them in the future.
It was cold, I stood at the door of the room and said shyly: I want you to be comfortable, I don't mind whatever you choose
She hesitates another moment before finally nodding slowly. "All right," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "Thank you." With one last shaky breath, she climbs onto the bed and slides under the covers, nestling close to where Mayar's warmth once was. Closing her eyes, she tries to quiet the turmoil within as she seeks comfort in solitude, wishing that things could be different but knowing that for now, this is all they can have.
The next day I knock on her door: Emily, can I come in?
She hesitates before opening the door, still feeling raw and vulnerable after their conversation last night. Seeing Mayar standing there, looking uncertain but determined, does something strange to her insides. She feels a mix of irritation and gratitude; anger that he's been thrust into this situation as well, and relief that he seems willing to give her space.
"You can come in," she says softly, stepping aside to let him enter the room. "We need to talk." Her heart is racing again, but she forces herself to remain calm and collected as they sit down on the bed together.
Sit in front of her on the chair: So what do you want to talk about?
Taking a deep breath, she begins to speak. "I-I'm not sure where to start," she admits, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. "Last night... everything was just so overwhelming. I don't understand how our families could do this to us." A tear trails down her cheek, but she wipes it away roughly before continuing.
"But beyond that, I-I think we need to get to know each other better. If we want this to work, we have to trust each other... and for that, we have to understand where the other is coming from." Her voice trembles slightly as she meets your gaze, hoping you'll understand what she means.
While I was sitting in front of her: But I told you everything about me yesterday, I told you that my name is Mayar and I am 19 years old and that I was born in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, and I am of Arab origin, but I lived my whole life in Miami alone
That's true," she says with a nod, her voice softening as she thinks about it. "But you didn't have much of a chance to tell me anything beyond that... and I had no idea who you were before we got married." She pauses, looking down at their hands intertwined on her lap before continuing. "Will you help me learn more about you? Let me get to know the real Mayar?"
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, but there's a newfound sense of hope beginning to bloom within her as she envisions a future where the two of them can grow closer and truly understand one another.
While I was sitting in front of her: Okay, ask me anything you want to know about me and I will answer you honestly and with a complete answer.
Her heart lifts at your offer; the promise of learning more about you feels like a weight off her shoulders. Gathering her courage, she asks the first question that comes to mind. "What do you like to do for fun? Any hobbies or interests?" She tries to suppress a smile as she wonders what sort of things Mayar enjoys doing in his free time.
A part of her still can't help but feel guilty about everything that's happened, even though he has been nothing but understanding and supportive. Maybe, if they can find common ground through their shared interests or hobbies, it will help to ease some of the tension between them and strengthen their bond.
While I was sitting in front of her: Well, I love sports, I care about my health and my body, I like going to the gym and exercising, I like taking care of my food, I also love nature and I love watching football, I think that's all
That's... actually really interesting," she says with genuine surprise. "I don't know many people who are into health and fitness like that." She pauses, thinking back on her own life and interests. "Do you have a favorite type of exercise?" she asks, suddenly curious about how much they might have in common in this area.
A part of her still can't believe that they're having a normal conversation right now; it almost feels too good to be true after everything they've been through. But the more she learns about Mayar, the more she finds herself liking him, and the harder it becomes to imagine their lives apart.
While I was sitting in front of her: I like resistance exercises that help build muscle.
That's interesting! I've always wanted to try those but was never sure where to start. Do you have any favorite exercises in particular? Maybe we could even work out together sometime and learn from each other? It might be fun, or at least less intimidating that way...
She blushes slightly as she says this; it's an invitation, of sorts, and she isn't sure how Mayar will react. Part of her hopes he'll say yes, even though the idea is so unconventional given their new circumstances. But another part of her wonders if they can ever truly move forward from here unless they find ways to connect on a deeper level than just marriage vows.
While I was sitting in front of her: We can do this anytime you want, come on ask me more questions
"Okay," she says with a grin, feeling more comfortable now that the topic has turned to something they both seem to enjoy talking about. "Well, if we're going to work out together, what sort of music do you like?" She bites her lip, suddenly self-conscious about the type of music she listens to compared to Mayar's more athletic preferences.
A part of her wonders how much they really have in common besides their new marriage and whether or not that's enough to build a lasting relationship on. But as they continue to chat, she starts to feel hopeful once again; the distance between them beginning to shrink with each shared smile and laughter.
While I was sitting in front of her: I love old and classical music, it's really great.
"Oh, really?" she says with surprise, remembering her dad's love for classical music as well. "I don't know a lot about it, but I think it'd be fun to learn together. Maybe next time you visit Saudi Arabia we can go to a concert or something." Her heart flutters at the thought of spending more time with Mayar outside of their new married life; exploring new things and creating memories that are just theirs alone.
While I was sitting in front of her, I smiled and looked distant while talking to her: Do you really want to visit Saudi Arabia with me?
She felt her heart skip a beat at his question. On the one hand, she wasn't sure how welcome she'd feel in Saudi Arabia as an American and a woman; on the other hand, spending more time with Mayar and learning about his home country seemed like an amazing opportunity. "I-I don't know," she admitted, biting her lip nervously. "It might be scary, but... I think it would also be really interesting." She looked up at him hopefully, wondering what he thought about the idea.
Her hands clenched into fists in her lap as she waited for his response; part of her terrified of his answer, yet hopeful that he'd want to explore this new possibility together with her.
As I was sitting in front of her, I smiled and looked distant while talking to her: Scary? Why would your visit to Saudi Arabia with me be scary?
She felt herself blushing at his question; it had never occurred to her that he might think she'd be afraid of visiting his home country with him. "Well... I-I don't know anyone there besides you, and I've heard some things about how women are treated in Saudi Arabia." She paused, searching his face for any sign of judgment before continuing. "But if it would make you happy, I would be willing to try it with you."
There was a long moment of silence as she waited for him to reply; her heart pounding against her ribs in anticipation. The thought of sharing this experience with Mayar filled her with equal parts excitement and trepidation, but she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe - just maybe - it could be a chance at building something truly special between them despite everything they'd been through.
While I was sitting in front of her, I smiled and looked distant while talking to her: It's all rumors and lies. Saudi Arabia treats women better than men (laugh). They respect and appreciate women, because women are half of society.
She felt both relief and surprise wash over her at Mayar's words. She'd never really thought about it like that; always hearing negative things about Saudi Arabia but never truly considering the possibility of things being different for women there. Maybe, just maybe, this could be a chance for them to explore something new together and form their own opinions instead of relying on what they've heard from others.
"I-I'd like that," she said slowly, looking up at him with renewed hope in her eyes. "To see where you come from... and to experience it with you." There was a long moment of silence between them as their gazes locked, and Emily wondered if maybe they really could make this work after all.
As I was sitting in front of her, I smiled and looked away while talking to her: Okay, ask me more questions, I'm enjoying it.
She smiled shyly, feeling more comfortable and connected to him than ever before. "So what do you like to eat?" she asked, suddenly realizing that they'd barely discussed their favorite foods. "Any traditional dishes from Saudi Arabia that I should try?"
A part of her still couldn't believe how much they had in common; sharing interests, music, even a willingness to explore new experiences together. Maybe there was hope for them after all - if they could just keep finding ways to connect on this deeper level.
While sitting in front of her, I smiled and looked distant while talking to her: I like all kinds of food, there is nothing specific, ask me more
She nodded, thinking for a moment before another question popped into her mind. "Well, what about your family?" she asked cautiously. "Are they supportive of our marriage? Do you think they'll like me once we meet in person?" She tried to keep the uncertainty out of her voice, but couldn't help feeling anxious about the possibility of not fitting in with Mayar's family - especially since their own union had been so hastily arranged.
The longer she sat here talking with him, however, the more at ease she felt; and the more she realized how important it was for her to get to know him and his loved ones better. Maybe then, they could all find a way forward together.
While I was sitting in front of her, I smiled and looked distant while talking to her: Of course, when we got married, I sent them your picture and they told me that you are beautiful and that I am lucky to have you (I laugh shyly)
She felt her cheeks flush with warmth at his words; it was easy to forget in the midst of everything else that Mayar found her attractive as well. "That's sweet," she murmured, smiling shyly back at him. The thought of meeting his family and finding out if they felt the same way only added to the mix of emotions churning inside her stomach; excitement, nerves, anticipation all vying for attention as she tried to prepare herself for whatever might lie ahead.
But for now, she was grateful for this chance to get to know Mayar on a deeper level - to discover the real him beneath all the expectations and outside influences. It felt like they were finally carving out a space just for themselves, and maybe... just maybe... it could be enough.
As I was sitting in front of her, I smiled and looked away while talking to her: Do you want to ask me more questions? I don't mind that.
She laughed softly at his question. "I could ask you anything?" she repeated, considering the possibilities. "Well... what do you like to do for fun when you're not working out or spending time with family?" It was an innocent enough question, but as she asked it she couldn't help but wonder what kind of things Mayar did when he was alone; what made him truly happy and content within himself.
Their conversation had already revealed so much about each other, but there was still so much more to learn. And Emily found herself eager to dive deeper into the depths of Mayar's heart - not because she expected to find some hidden gem or secret that would change everything, but simply because she wanted to know him better; to understand the man standing before her in a way no one else ever had.
As I sat in front of her, I smiled and looked distant as I talked to her: I like to sit in my house and watch movies under the blanket and with the lights dim. This is really great. Ask me more if you want.
She smiled warmly at his answer, imagining him cozy and comfortable in his own home. "That sounds lovely," she said with genuine affection. "What's your favorite movie?" She realized that they had yet to discuss anything that could be considered a shared interest - but perhaps this was the beginning of them finding common ground on which to build their relationship.
As they continued to talk and learn more about each other, Emily couldn't help but feel hopeful for the future; hopeful that maybe, despite everything, there was still a chance for them to make it work. It wouldn't be easy - not with the obstacles they faced already - but if they could keep communicating and supporting each other through thick and thin... maybe love really did conquer all.
While I was sitting in front of her, I smiled and looked distant while talking to her: I watched a lot of movies, but there is a wonderful romantic movie that I cannot forget, its name is Loveggo, and I think that you resemble the heroine of the movie.
She blushes deeply at his compliment; it's nice to know that he sees similarities between her and the heroine of a movie he enjoys. "That's really sweet," she says, looking down at her hands in her lap. "I haven't seen that one yet, but I'll have to add it to my list." There's something about this conversation that feels different from any other they've had since getting married; more open and honest. It gives her hope that maybe they can make things work between them after all - if they just keep talking and learning about each other like this.
As I was sitting in front of her, I smiled and looked away while talking to her: Do you still have any questions?
She thought for a moment before asking, "What's your favorite vacation spot? Somewhere you've always wanted to go but never had the chance?" It was an innocent question, but there was an underlying curiosity in her voice; a desire to know more about his life and interests outside of their shared situation.
As they continued talking, she couldn't help but feel that this moment - just the two of them sitting here together, getting to know each other better - was something special; something they needed if they were ever going to make things work between them.
As I sat in front of her, I smiled and looked distant while talking to her: Italy, it's full of things I love, but I couldn't go there because of work.
She nods in understanding; it must be difficult to balance work and personal life like that. "That's too bad," she says with a sympathetic smile, "but hopefully you'll get the chance to go there one day." It's easy for her to imagine Mayar exploring the cobblestone streets of Italy or relaxing by the shores of its picturesque beaches; he seems like someone who would truly appreciate such an experience.
As they continue their conversation, Emily feels a newfound appreciation for him and his life growing within her; she's starting to see past the circumstances that brought them together and focusing on what truly matters: their connection as individuals.
As I sat in front of her, I smiled and looked away while talking to her: Do you have any other questions, Emily?
She hesitated before asking her next question; it was one that had been on her mind since they first met. "What are your hopes and dreams for the future?" She bites her lip nervously, afraid of sounding too personal but needing to know more about who Mayar really is beneath everything else.
As he answered, she listened closely; his words painting a picture of a man with big plans and ambitious goals, but also someone who valued family and tradition above all else. It was both inspiring and comforting to hear; it made her feel like maybe they could build something special together despite their unconventional beginning.
While I was sitting in front of her, I smiled and looked distant while talking to her: My dream is for you to decide not to separate and for our marriage to continue forever. I don’t want my words to affect your real decision.
She swallowed hard at his answer, feeling her heart race with a mix of emotions. A part of her wanted nothing more than to make him happy and fulfill his dreams; to show him that they could build something beautiful together despite the obstacles they faced. But another part of her couldn't help but wonder if she was doing the right thing by staying married, or if it would just be easier in the long run to go back to her old life and forget about everything that had happened between them.
As she sat there, trying to sort through her thoughts and feelings, Emily realized something important: for the first time since their marriage, she felt truly connected to Mayar; not just as a partner or a husband, but as a person with dreams and desires of his own. It was an epiphany that filled her with both hope and trepidation; she knew that whatever decision she made next would have serious consequences for both of
As I was sitting in front of her, I smiled and looked away while talking to her: Do you have any other questions or what?
She hesitated before speaking again; there were so many things she wanted to ask him, but none seemed as important as the one question that had been weighing on her mind since their wedding night. "Mayar... I need some time to think about everything we've talked about," she finally said softly, looking down at her lap. "Can we please continue this conversation another day?"
He nods understandingly and smiles gently at her. "Of course, Emily. Take all the time you need." He stands up from his seat and walks over to her, kneeling down beside her chair so they're at eye level once again. "I want nothing more than for us to be happy together," he whispers earnestly before leaning forward and kissing her softly on the forehead.
As she watches him stand up and walk away from her, Emily can't help but feel a mixture of emot
I stand at the door of the room and say to her: Okay, I will sit in the living room.
She nods, watching him go before taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Part of her can't believe she just admitted that she needed time; it felt like such a huge admission and yet somehow liberating as well. Now all she could do was wait for the right moment to approach Mayar again, hopefully with a decision made about their future together.
Closing her eyes, she leans back in her chair and tries to make sense of everything that's been said between them; to sort through the hopes and dreams they've shared and the realities of their situation. It's not an easy task by any means, but as she spends more time reflecting on it all, she starts to realize one thing: maybe this marriage isn't such a mistake after all. Maybe there is still hope for them, if only they can find a way to make it work.
Her heart races with excitement at the thought;
She opened her eyes and stood up slowly. Maybe she could find a way to make it work. With renewed determination, she walked over to the door and took a deep breath before exiting the room. She needed to talk to Mayar; needed to let him know that she was serious about finding a way through this mess together. The future may be uncertain, but there was one thing Emily was certain of: she wanted them both to try their best for it.
As she walks into the living room where Mayar is sitting, Emily feels an unusual surge of confidence and determination course through her veins. For the first time since their wedding night, she truly believes that they can make this work; that they can build a life together despite all the obstacles in their path. With a reassuring smile on her face, she approaches him and sits down next to him.