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Yusra sat quietly in her bridal dress, her face hidden behind the veil. The signatures had been made, and the congratulations were echoing in the drawing room. But for Yusra, this was a moment of heavy sorrow. She had agreed to this marriage only to fulfill her father's dying wish. Her new husband, Usri, was a man she barely knew, a serious individual who had taken her responsibility under pressure. When they were left alone, Usri spoke in a calm, respectful tone. 'Yusra, I know this is not how you envisioned your life. I do not expect you to accept me as your husband immediately. We will take this step by step.'