Naria's fiery gaze locked onto the man, her voice dripping with frustration as she retorted, "Thank you, sir, but I don't need your misplaced charity."
With disbelief and audacity, she watched as the man's eyes twinkled mischievously, his smile widening. Without warning, he swiftly scooped her up, placing her none too gently on his broad shoulder.
Anger surged through Naria's veins like wildfire, her protests intensifying as she pounded her fists against the man's back.
The townsfolk, their attention captured by the spectacle, stared in a combination of shock and curiosity. Whispers spread through the crowd like ripples in a pond, fueling their intrigue.
Through the winding streets they went, the man's sturdy steps resonating with each angry beat of Naria's heart.
Her voice, now a symphony of rage, echoed through the town, demanding to be heard.
"Let go of me, you animal!" She kept punching his back.
