Zayn let out a defeated sigh. He knew his mother was right, but he couldn't help but feel like he was being forced to choose between his work and his family.He decided to compromise and said, "Okay, I'll try my best to make it home on time for iftar tomorrow your Highness. But I can't promise anything."With a grin on his face, he gave his mother a playful mock bow, teasingly exaggerating his movements as he hummed a tune. Just as he finished his act, he quickly dashed out of the room, narrowly escaping her playful kick.He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he closed the door behind him, feeling relieved that he had avoided being on the receiving end of his mother's harmless but nonetheless painful kicks.The following day, while Zayn's secretary Samir and acting CEO Mike were engrossed in some pressing business matters, Zayn found himself on the phone with his childhood friend and confidant Rashid.Despite the demands of his busy schedule, Zayn always made time for his closes

Khalid noticed the perplexed look on Zayn's face and chuckled. "Don't you remember how Aunt Fatima used to say that hosting a lavish dinner for iftar is a way to earn blessings and reward from Allah?"Zayn grinned. "Of course, I remember. Aunt Fatima always had a way of making everything seem worthwhile."As they moved around the area, Zayn couldn't help but marvel at the extravagance of the decorations and table settings. "This is truly breathtaking. It seems like no expense was spared."Khalid nodded in agreement. "It's a testament to the Hussein family's hospitality and generosity."Zayn spotted Rashid in the distance, near the buffet table, looking flustered and preoccupied, struggling to manage his date.He couldn't help but wonder what kind of person Rashid had brought with him to the dinner. "I'll be right back." Zayn told KhalidUpon noticing Zayn's approach, Rashid caught his presence and quickly excused himself from his date to meet him."Hey man, what's going on?" Zayn aske

Rashid nodded, impressed. "That's a smart move, Zayn. The fashion industry is always expanding."Aliyah agreed. "And with the current trends, I'm sure it will be a hit. Have you thought of any specific designs?"Zayn leaned in. "Actually, I have. I've planned to work on a few sketches with a designer friend of mine as soon as I have cleared certain things off my chest. We'll plan to launch a modest fashion line."Rashid raised an eyebrow. "Modest fashion line?"Zayn explained, "Yes, I noticed there's a gap in the market for stylish, modest clothing for Muslim women. I think it's a good niche to fill."Aliyah nodded in agreement. "Definitely. Muslim fashion bloggers have been gaining popularity, and I'm sure they would love to have more options to choose from."Zayn grinned. "Exactly. And with your social media skills, Aliyah, I think we could really make it a success."Aliyah smiled back. "I'm in. Let's do this as soon as you're ready. Besides, how's your current business going?""It

Zayn closed the door behind him and turned to face Rashid. "You weren't really expecting me to carry those robes for you, were you?" he asked with a sly grin. Rashid rolled his eyes. "Well, you could have offered to help your friend out," he replied with a smirk. Zayn just chuckled and headed towards the bathroom, tuning out Rashid's mock complaints. He was lost in his own thoughts, still reeling from the sight of Zahra's breathtaking beauty. Rashid's words barely registered in his mind as he tried to process his own feelings. The next morning, it was intriguing to observe the two brothers, Zayn and Khalid, as they peered around as if searching for someone while the Sultan's departure was imminent and the entourage prepared to depart. Zayn's eyes darted around the courtyard, searching for a glimpse of her. He couldn't shake the memory of the mysterious woman from the night before, and the thought of seeing her again made his heart race. He couldn't help but wonder if she would be

He licked his lips, savoring the thought of finally capturing his long-time enemy.Turning to the men gathered around him, Raheem opened his mouth to speak. "Listen up, my loyal soldiers," he began, his voice low and menacing."Our mission is clear: we must capture Lord Z at any cost. He has eluded us for too long, and it's time we put an end to his resistance once and for all."The men nodded in agreement, their faces set with determination. Rahman continued, his eyes blazing with fervor."We will stop at nothing to achieve our goal. Lord Z may think he can outsmart us, but we are smarter, stronger, and more ruthless than he can ever imagine."A few of the men chuckled darkly, clearly relishing the prospect of taking down their formidable adversary.Some other men cheered at his words, their weapons raised in the air. Raheem felt a surge of power and confidence as he gazed upon his devoted followers.This was his moment, his chance to finally achieve his ultimate goal.Raheem raised