Amina

amina 20 beautiful and kind long hair and beard eye she looks like she photo be what ever you want to be . --- *Title: Bound by Vows* * Amina stared at the paper on the mahogany table. Her hands were shaking. _"Marriage Contract between the Al-Mansur family and the Bello family. To be signed by Amina Bello, age 24, and Kareem Al-Mansur, age 29. Wedding in 7 days."_ Her father didn’t look up from his tea. “It’s to save the business, Amina. The Al-Mansurs are the only ones who can pay off our debt. You’ll do your duty.” “Duty?” Her voice cracked. “You’re selling me.” Kareem Al-Mansur hadn’t wanted this either. Everyone in Lagos called him cold, ruthless, the CEO who built an empire before 30. But the night his grandfather collapsed, the old man’s last words were: _“Marry the Bello girl. Unite the families. Or we lose everything.”_ When he first saw Amina, she wasn’t a business deal. She was in the garden of the courthouse, reading poetry to herself, furious at the world. No smile. No fear. Just fire. At the signing, he finally spoke to her. Quiet, so only she could hear: “I don’t want this. But I also won’t hurt you. We’ll figure it out. Together.” She didn’t believe him. How do you build a life with a stranger... when you never got to choose? --- * The hall was gold and white. Cameras flashed. Her mother cried. Amina walked down the aisle in a cream dress, not because she wanted to, but because the family name depended on it. Kareem waited at the altar. No smile. Just his eyes on her, steady. When the pastor said, “You may kiss the bride,” he leaned in and whispered: “Breathe. We’ll get through today.” And he did. A chaste, respectful kiss. Nothing more. That night in their new home, he pointed to two doors. “Your room. My room. This is a marriage of name only until _you_ say otherwise. Ever.”