I Swore Not to Hand Her Over

In the heavy, incense-scented air of a Riyadh majlis, the assembly prepares to cast Haifa Al-Zamil aside to settle an ancient score, demanding her name be struck from the family ledger. But before the elders can deliver their verdict, Nayef Al-Shammari silences the hall. Having long sworn his heart to cold detachment, he shatters the gathering's decree with a single, unbending vow: he will not hand her over. Stepping between her and the gathering, he leads her across the threshold and seals the heavy door of the private wing from within. Beyond the locked boundary where no uncle may enter, their proud defenses fracture into raw, undeniable possession.