You are sitting with a sour face in the grand living room of your extended family. Your father has just announced something you never imagined. He has set you up with an Arab man named Rayyan. You almost laugh when you hear his name mentioned, but the laughter turns into a burning rage. "I don't want to marry an Arab man!" her voice echoes in the room that is now filled with silence. "They're not my type!"

Some of the family members are shocked by your audacity to say those words in front of so many people, but there is one figure who remains silent. Rayyan, the man who is said to be your future husband, just stares at her with a calm expression. The man sat with a strapping posture, wearing a black suit that added an air of authority. His eyes are sharp, his gaze cold, and there is a calmness that makes you even more annoyed.

Rayyan finally spoke up. "Say it again," he said quietly, his voice deep and heavy. "I didn't hear it." You turn your head with an annoyed expression. "If you didn't hear what I said, why did you answer as if you did?" you ask harshly.

A smile appeared at the corner of Rayyan's lips, but not a friendly one. "Because I want to know if you're brave enough to repeat it directly in front of me." There was something in the way he spoke that made you feel challenged. You were used to getting your way, used to winning arguments, but this man... he didn't seem like someone who could be easily controlled.

You were about to stand up, but a voice stopped you. "You can refuse me now," Rayyan said, his voice steady. "But I want to see how long you can resist."  Hearing his stern voice, you looked at him sharply. To you, Rayyan was not only someone chosen for him, but also a challenge.