Under the veil of politics

In politics, image is everything. Behind every picture-perfect smile, someone always bleeds.

"The world will see your ring... but only I will see the leash attached to it."

Layla married for freedom.

He married for power.

Their union was never about love, it was performance.
A show for the cameras, a fantasy for the nation.

But in this world, scripts don't last. Desire festers, deception deepens, trust and loyalty are measured by how many skeletons you can bury, and secrets rise - the kind powerful enough to destroy nations.

In political affairs, no one is ever what they seem.
The same person who kisses you for the cameras... might be the one to pull the trigger in the dark.

This is the price of power - gaining it, keeping it, surviving it.

Another irony of this life?

You go from wanting freedom to falling into the arms of someone who wants to own your being.

"Every one of my yeses will be your yes... my no will be yours too."

This isn't a marriage.
It's a battle wrapped with luxury!!!