"Mike, are you okay?" Zayn asked gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to explain anything if you don't want to, but if there's something troubling you, we're here to help."Mike took a deep breath and wiped away his tears. "I'm sorry, I just can't believe this is happening," he said, his voice shaking slightly."What do you mean?" Samir asked, leaning forward in his chair."I mean...I didn't expect any of this," Mike replied, his eyes darting between Zayn and Samir.Mike hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. "It's just been a tough few weeks," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "My mother passed away a few days ago, and I've been struggling to make ends meet ever since. To make matters worse, I was accused of stealing at the labor camp where I was working, which led to me being forced to leave and find somewhere else to stay. I ended up squatting with someone. I didn't have any hope left."And to top it all off, my boss, Mr. Mikhail, has been maki
Zayn's eyes shook slightly as he took in the transformation of Sultan's villa, which was decorated from top to bottom with intricate patterns and stunning ornaments. The courtyard was filled with colorful lanterns of all shapes and sizes, casting a warm glow over the entire area. The walls were adorned with beautiful tapestries and intricate carvings, depicting scenes from ancient times and tales of the Sultan's ancestors. The entire villa was adorned with colorful decorations and bright lights. A long, intricately designed carpet was laid out in the center of the main hallway leading up to the living room. The walls were adorned with various Ramadan-themed decorations, including crescent moons and stars, and colorful banners with Islamic calligraphy. The scent of jasmine and rose wafted through the air, adding to the festive atmosphere. The long dining table was set with silver plates, goblets, and golden utensils, all of which glittered under the light of the lanterns. The ce
Farrah raised an eyebrow. "Disturb him? He's been unconscious for days, and you're worried about disturbing him now? Come on, Zayn, don't be ridiculous. You're family to us. You should come in and say hello."Zayn couldn't help but notice Farrah's sweet smile as she beckoned him to come in.He hesitated for a moment, but then decided to enter Khalid's quarters anyway. As he walked in, he noticed Khalid's weak form lying in bed with a doctor checking his vitals. Farrah was seated beside him, looking like the epitome of grace and elegance.Zayn greeted them both and asked about Khalid's condition, trying to ignore the feeling that something was off. Farrah's sweet smile remained fixed on her face, but her eyes seemed to glint with something malicious."I'm glad you decided to come in, Zayn," she said. "We've missed you. Khalid, especially."Zayn raised an eyebrow in surprise. He knew that Farrah had never been fond of him, so her sudden change in tone was suspicious.He decided to bru
Zayn savored the aroma of the freshly cooked biryani and kebabs that wafted through the house.He could hear the clinking of glasses and the sound of chatter as his family and friends eagerly waited for the call to break their fast.As he took a sip of water and ate a date, Zayn couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him. He remembered the days when they were all still younger and how they used to break their fast together as a family.Zayn smiled as he recalled the playful arguments he and his father used to have about who could eat the most food.His mother would always chuckle and shake her head at their antics, but she was always pleased to see her family so happy and content.As the call to prayer echoed through the house, Zayn's thoughts were interrupted, and he eagerly made his way to the table.The food was as delicious as ever, and Zayn couldn't help but feel grateful for the blessings that Allah had bestowed upon him and his family.As the family finished the
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
As Zayn was packing up his things, Samir and Mike walked into his office, looking flustered. "Zayn, we have a problem," Mike said urgently."What's the matter, Mike?" Zayn asked, looking up from his desk."We just got word that one of our suppliers has backed out of a major deal. We need to act fast to find a replacement or we'll lose out on a huge amount of revenue," Mike explained, looking stressed.Zayn sighed. It seemed like there was always something that needed his attention. "Alright, let's get to work on finding a new supplier. Though I have just a few hours to spare, we can't afford to lose this deal," he said, grabbing his laptop and heading out of the office with Mike and Samir. He had to do this since Mike was just getting accustomed to the system.As they worked on finding a new supplier, Zayn couldn't help but think about the iftar dinner invitation from the Hussein family. He didn't want to disappoint his mom by not showing up, but it seemed like he would be working l
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
The call for prayer suddenly echoed through the room, cutting off Rashid and Zayn's conversation.Zayn felt a twinge of disappointment as he had been enjoying their talk, but he knew it was time to join the others in prayer.As they walked towards the nearby mosque, Zayn couldn't help but notice how the entire atmosphere of the estate had shifted.The once boisterous crowd was now hushed and solemn, everyone making their way quietly towards the mosque.Rashid broke the silence with a soft whisper, "I'm glad you're here, man. It's good to have family around during Ramadan." Zayn gave him a small nod, grateful for the sentiment but still feeling somewhat detached from the whole affair.As they approached the prayer area, Zayn tried to focus on the prayers they were going to pray but found his mind wandering. "I can't imagine she is the only daughter of the Hussein family, that rude girl," he thought uncontrollably about Zahra but quickly quieted the thought because of the prayer ahead