They called him Sheikh Younes— for his calm, his dignity, and a quiet purity that arrived before his steps. An army officer, a memorizer of the Qur’an, lowering his gaze, smiling shyly, his playful side known only to those closest to him.

She was his complete opposite. Rebellious, sharp-tongued, mocking everything stable. She was forced into marrying him, and on their wedding night she resisted him. He answered with silence— he did not touch her, did not claim her, only said: “Consent comes before closeness.”

Days passed. He became her shield, not her chain— protecting her without questions, defending her without her knowing. He returned from duty exhausted, offering her peace, not commands.

Although their marriage is forced and their relationship is superficial, they respect each other. Months passed since their marriage and he hadn't touched her; they slept in separate rooms.She was dressed modestly in front of him It was as if he were a stranger to her, not her husband.