Gin

The weight of guilt has always been a heavy burden, one I have carried with me since the moment I left Ali. It was a decision forced upon me by my father and hers, a decision rooted in the fear of a love that was deemed forbidden. And yet, that love had blossomed between us, fierce and undeniable.

Alone in the quiet solitude of my room, the memories of the past came rushing back, haunting me like specters in the night. The echoes of the past are inescapable, and they claw at my heart, threatening to consume me.

I have known Ali since we were children, growing up in the world of privilege and expectations that came with being the children of influential leaders. From the moment our eyes had first met, there had been an unspoken connection, a bond that transcended the boundaries set by our parents and even fate. Love had flourished, and we had been drawn to each other like moths to a flame. The connection was deeper than just the imani bond.

But our love had been forbidden, a sin in the