For Nazli, the world is limited from her tribe to the Forbidden Valley.
For Asadullah, the world is limitless and his for taking.
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"You should be honored that a man like I have taken such an interest in you!" Asadullah smirked, swirling his small handgun on his index finger.
The green-eyed girl paled - her skin already porcelain white and quite different from any other he had seen in the country before. She was definitely beautiful even in her less than impressive rags.
"Asadullah hardly makes such a generous offer." He said, liking the self-praise more than he wanted to admit.
She shook her head - her dainty fingers wringing in her golden braid. Little Goldilocks.
"Think again, little girl. The blood of your people will be on your hands."
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The setting is in Gilgit in a fictional valley called the Forbidden Valley.
The image is not mine. The story and characters are.