As the word spread, some of the students who were fortunate enough to enjoy the luxury of chauffeur-driven rides caught wind of Zayn's intention. Excitement filled the air as they eagerly joined in his course, their voices blending in a harmonious chorus."I've got my chauffeur waiting for me too," one of the students exclaimed, a glint of excitement in his eyes."Same here! No need for the bus when we have our own rides," another chimed in, a sense of privilege evident in his tone.The whispers of personalized transportation quickly spread, creating a buzz of anticipation among those who were also fortunate enough to have the convenience of chauffeurs waiting for them outside the venue.It was a unanimous decision, as they voiced their preference for the comfort and convenience that awaited them beyond the bus.The professors, recognizing the unique circumstances and acknowledging the blessings that some students possessed, nodded in approval. "Very well, distinguished individuals.

Her emotions became entangled in a web of contradictions, with admiration and envy locked in an eternal dance, their footsteps echoing in the chambers of her heart. The unspoken question hung heavily in the air, a delicate whisper that escaped her lips, "How can one person evoke such a profound connection in another, while leaving others to navigate the treacherous path of unrequited affection?"Moreover, a swirl of questions swarmed through her mind like a swarm of restless bees, each one buzzing with curiosity and a touch of self-doubt. "Was there a hidden enchantment cast upon them? Could it be that fate has conspired to intertwine their destinies while leaving mine adrift?" she questioned, her thoughts weaving a narrative of frustration and introspection. The intensity of her emotions escalated, fueled by the complexity of the situation unfolding before her eyes. "Is Zahra not only a rival in matters of the heart but also a nemesis in the realm of friendship?" she mused, her m

And perhaps, in the midst of uncertainty, they would both discover a deeper understanding of themselves and each other, forging a connection that transcended expectations.A lopsided smile curved across Zayn's lips, an enigmatic expression that concealed his true intentions. In a calculated move, he feigned engrossment in his phone, a ruse designed to assuage Zahra's unease. And it worked like a charm. Yet, as he observed her visibly relax, a subtle pang of curiosity tinged his thoughts. "Why does she always seem so nervous around me?" Zayn pondered silently, his mind a whirlwind of questions. "Is it because of something I did or said? Or is there something deeper that I'm missing?" The mystery gnawed at his consciousness, compelling him to dig deeper into the enigmatic nature of their connection.Lost in his musings, Zayn's mind drifted back to their initial encounter at the research institute. Memories flickered through his thoughts, like fragments of a puzzle waiting to be asse

As Zayn's mind whirled with questions, his eyes met Khalid's for a fleeting moment, a silent understanding passing between them. "What could Father want from us? Why does he need us both?Zayn's thoughts raced, contemplating the significance of this summons. He knew that Shaquille rarely called for such meetings unless there was something of utmost importance at stake. The weight of anticipation settled on his shoulders, urging him to seek answers.Khalid's voice broke the silence, laced with curiosity. "I wonder what Father has in store for us. It must be significant if he called us together."Zayn nodded, a mixture of intrigue and apprehension filling his thoughts. "Yes, there's definitely more to this than meets the eye. Let's not keep him waiting."They made their way to the study, their footsteps echoing through the grand hallway as they engaged in silent speculation. The anticipation hung thick in the air, their imaginations running wild with possibilities. Zayn couldn't help b

Shaquille's gaze shifted between Zayn and Khalid, his eyes searching for any signs of resistance or dissent. Zayn, with a nonchalant shrug, broke the suffocating silence, his voice laced with an undercurrent of agreement."Since you have made the decision, why should I object?" His words hung in the air, a subtle challenge veiled beneath the facade of compliance.Khalid's jaw clenched, a flicker of irritation dancing in his eyes. He couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration at Zayn's seemingly effortless ability to conform. Was he playing the role of the dutiful son, willing to accept whatever their father dictated? The realization stung, fueling his determination to assert himself. With a forced calmness in his voice, Khalid mirrored Zayn's response, his words tinged with a hint of defiance. "I, too, have no objections, father." It was a fragile compromise, a mask he wore to hide the storm of conflicting emotions swirling within.Shaquille nodded, a subtle satisfaction flicker