Chapter 24;-Seynurr and Mahsen Engagement
--- The chandeliers in the Mejri family hall glowed like quiet witnesses. Crystal shimmered above polished marble floors. Gold-rimmed tea glasses clinked softly in careful hands. The Aybaz family arrived with dignified composure; the Mejris received them with equal grace. No raised voices. No dramatic protests. Only tradition. Only expectation. And hearts carrying more than they showed. Mahsen Aybaz stood first. Calm. Collected. Measured as always. His voice carried clearly, but not loudly. “Seynurr Mejri,” he began, “in the presence of Allah, our elders, and with the agreement of our families, I ask for your hand in marriage.” Every sound in the hall seemed to retreat. Seynurr’s fingers tightened over the edge of her silk dress. For once in her life, she did not speak first. Did
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