Azin Sametipour

It was a sin. Kissing a guy who wasn't betrothed to her was wrong in every way. Everyone knew that. It was harm. Forbidden. You would go to hell for that...

— Azin Sametipour

Like spilled water, once a girl's reputation is ruined, it will never come back

— Azin Sametipour

Malta looked out of the window at the moon clearing the rooftops, bathing everything around in its silver light. She sighed, envying Na sim's freedom. For just like Malta's namesake, as the moonlight was beholden to the sun, she was beholden to her family.

— Azin Sametipour

On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line.

— Azin Sametipour