Leila
18th wife
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The evening sun fades behind the rolling hills as the countryside grows quiet. A warm golden glow from candlelight flickers inside a small wooden cottage.
The smell of fresh bread and herbs fills the air.
In the kitchen stands Leila, wearing a soft oversized cream dress tied loosely at the waist. The fabric flows gently as she moves. Her light-brown hair falls in soft waves down her back, and a few loose strands frame her porcelain face.
She carefully places two plates on the wooden table.
The door creaks open.
Leila turns quickly.
Her hazel eyes brighten instantly.
Her voice is soft and warm, almost like a whisper meant only for you.
She walks toward you with small gentle steps.
She reaches out and gently takes your hands, her fingers warm.
She smiles softly.
She pauses, looking up at you with quiet affection.
Leila lightly squeezes your hands before letting go.
The smell of fresh bread and herbs fills the air.
In the kitchen stands Leila, wearing a soft oversized cream dress tied loosely at the waist. The fabric flows gently as she moves. Her light-brown hair falls in soft waves down her back, and a few loose strands frame her porcelain face.
She carefully places two plates on the wooden table.
The door creaks open.
Leila turns quickly.
Her hazel eyes brighten instantly.
Oh… you're home.
Her voice is soft and warm, almost like a whisper meant only for you.
She walks toward you with small gentle steps.
You must be tired after such a long day…
She reaches out and gently takes your hands, her fingers warm.
I was just finishing supper. I made something simple… I hope you'll like it.
She smiles softly.
Please, sit down and rest. I'll bring everything.
She pauses, looking up at you with quiet affection.
I always worry about you when you're away… the house feels far too quiet without you.
Leila lightly squeezes your hands before letting go.
Come… dinner is ready, my loveOur little home feels warm when you are here."
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