However, amidst the nostalgia, Zayn's focus remained unyielding. He had a specific objective to accomplish within the school premises, and he couldn't afford to be swayed by distractions.Zayn walked briskly through the corridors of the professors' block, following the directions to the class Professor Tang was currently tutoring. As he approached the door, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Little did he know that fate had something in store for him. To his surprise, it turned out to be Zahra's class. As he caught sight of her, "oh, really!" He muttered, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, reminiscing about their encounter at the dinner.Zayn thought to himself, "What a coincidence! Zahra is in this class. She's even more captivating than I remembered. I wonder if she remembers our encounter at the dinner, how it all played out that night. I wish I could read her thoughts."He took a moment to appreciate her presence, her attentive demeanor, and the way she ca

"Could the seating arrangement have sent a signal to him or could it have been his plan all along, even prior to that time?" Zahra wondered, her brow furrowing with curiosity.As the class carried on, Zahra found herself increasingly lost in her thoughts, the outside world fading into the background.Though they really did not engage in conversations during the dinner party, however, the memories of their connection, played on a loop in her mind, a flicker of a smile gracing her lips. "Perhaps he was genuinely intrigued by our closeness that night," she pondered, her voice barely above a whisper.The recollection of their engaging minds, the laughter they shared, and the undeniable connection they seemed to have ignited a warm sensation within Zahra's heart. It was as if a fire had been lit, fueling her imagination with countless possibilities and dreams of what could lie ahead.Lost in her own musings, Zahra allowed herself to savor the sweet anticipation that danced in her thought

The servants in the room understood the gravity of the situation and quietly left, giving Zayn, Omar, and Zayed the privacy they needed in this vulnerable moment.Zayed, standing nearby, observed the emotional scene with a heavy heart. He placed a comforting hand on Zayn's shoulder and spoke softly, "Take your time, Zayn. Omar needs your presence now. I'm here to support you both."Zayn nodded, his tears still streaming down his face. He mustered the strength to speak, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and sorrow. "Thank you, Zayed. I can't bear the thought of losing him. We have to find a way to help him.""Silly child," Omar weakly reached out, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and tenderness. "I didn't expect my grandson-in-law to be this weak. Tell me... Who is this fine gentleman crying in front of me?"Zayn's tears flowed uncontrollably at the sound of Omar's familiar teasing tone. "Oh, Omar," he thought, his voice trembling with emotion. "The memories... the pain.

"But I'm awake now," Omar responded, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face. Zayn's weariness lifted momentarily as a flicker of relief crossed his face upon witnessing Omar's smile. The lines etched deeply into his grandfather's countenance seemed to soften, revealing a glimmer of the indomitable spirit that resided within."I must admit, I was curious and felt concerned to have woken up in this strange place and why I am here?" Omar voiced his troubleA warmth infused Zayn's voice as he responded to Omar's inquiry, "I am overjoyed to see you awake, Grandfather. The reason you find yourself in this unfamiliar place is because you were unwell and needed medical attention. We brought you here to ensure you receive the best care possible."Omar's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes seeking understanding. "But why hasn't anyone except you come to see me yet? Is there anything wrong? Is there something I should know? Or Am I not important enough?" he questioned, a hint of vulnerability seep

With an outstretched hand clutching a ringing phone, she tried to catch her breath, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and concern."Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt, but the call is very urgent, and they have requested to speak to you immediately," she informed, her tone reflecting the urgency of the situation."An urgent call? This can't be ignored. I wonder who it could be and what it's about. I hope it doesn't hinder our progress with the investors. I need to handle this promptly and find out what's going on." Alina's thoughts rushed like a windAlina furrowed her brows as she absorbed the gravity of the message. "Who is it?" she inquired, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and concern."Why would someone call me with such urgency? It must be something significant. I can't help but wonder who it is and what they want. I need to find out more information to understand the situation." Her thoughts kept racing"It's Mr. Raheem from Abu Dhabi," the assistant revealed, h