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
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
The board members exchanged puzzled glances, struggling to comprehend Zayn's sudden divergence from their expectations. The air thickened with anticipation as they yearned for a deeper understanding of his motives.In a surprising turn of events, Zayn shifted the spotlight to his elder brother, Khalid, whose eyes glistened with a mixture of gratitude and remorse. Zayn's voice softened as he introduced Khalid as the most suitable candidate for the CEO position.Zayn's voice carried a firm resolve as he continued, offering his unexpected proposal. "I believe Khalid is the right candidate for the CEO position. His exceptional skills and experience make him the ideal leader to guide the Sultan's Empire towards a prosperous future.""I have faith in his abilities and his dedication to the success of Sultan's Empire," Zayn added, his words filled with genuine support and forgiveness. "He has proven himself capable, and I believe he will lead this company to new heights."The room fell into
However, as he approached Khalid, he sensed a distinct cold shoulder, a barrier that prevented any immediate confrontation. In his thoughts, Zayn contemplated the complexities of their relationship, knowing that their issues could not be resolved in a single conversation.Zayn's thoughts raced, filled with a mixture of frustration and longing. "Why is Khalid shutting me out? Can't we find a way to bridge this divide between us? We're brothers, after all." He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, realizing that their strained relationship would require time and effort to heal.Meanwhile, Khalid's mind was clouded with conflicting emotions. "How can I face Zayn after all this time? Our past grievances have left deep scars, and it's easier to keep my distance. But deep down, I still care. I just don't know how to reconcile the conflicting emotions within me."As the two brothers left the scene together, a palpable tension hung in the air. Their unspoken thoughts echoed, a si
Amidst the chaos, the blaring sirens of approaching police vehicles pierced through the commotion, cutting through the tension-filled air. A collective sigh of relief swept through the room as the guests realized that help had finally arrived. Conversations erupted in murmurs of gratitude and appreciation, blending with the chaotic energy of the moment.One voice, filled with relief, exclaimed, "Thank goodness the police are here! I never thought I'd be so grateful to see those flashing lights."Another guest, speaking softly to his companion: "We can breathe a little easier now. The authorities will take control of the situation and ensure our safety."Officer Harris, the commanding officer leading the police force, barked out orders, his voice carrying an air of authority. "Secure the premises! Apprehend the criminals and ensure the safety of all guests!"Whispered conversations filled the room as guests leaned in closer to their companions, sharing their thoughts and emotions."I
Inside the auction hall, the murmurs among the guests swelled with concern and curiosity. "What's happening?" one whispered, his voice filled with worry. "This is getting out of hand.""Do you think they'll be alright?" another asked, her tone laced with genuine worry. "And do you think we are safe because I'm a little bit scared?" The once glamorous event had transformed into a scene of suspense and unease."I just feel we should calm down and hope nothing happens after now. Agitating will only cause us more harm than good." A companion responded, her voice filled with calmness and fearlessness.Meanwhile, the virtual space continued to crackle with anticipation as viewers hastily typed their thoughts and emotions into the livestream comment section. "Oh my goodness, what is happening?" one viewer exclaimed, his words appearing in a flurry of text. "I can't believe this twist! Will Zayn and Khalid be able to escape?" another comment questioned, punctuated by a string of anxious emo
The livestream page buzzed with a flurry of comments, the virtual audience captivated by the unfolding events. As the revelation that Zayn was Lord Z spread like wildfire, the comment section exploded with reactions, both shocked and intrigued. One of the users exclaimed, "No way! Zayn is Lord Z? My mind is blown!" Another user expressed disbelief, "I never saw that coming! This is crazy!" While another user poured out her thought into the comment section, "Wait, so all those rumors were true? Zayn is the infamous Lord Z?" Amidst the virtual chaos, Twitter experienced an overwhelming surge in activity, unable to handle the sudden influx of tweets and crashing under the weight of the online frenzy. Hashtags related to Zayn and Lord Z flooded the trending section, dominating the digital landscape. One other user remarked, "My timeline is exploding! Zayn just broke the internet!" Another user chuckled, "Twitter can't handle the truth! Zayn as Lord Z is the plot twist of the cent
Cameras clicked discreetly as reporters positioned themselves to capture the grand entrance of Lord Z. They exchanged excited glances, knowing that this unexpected appearance would make for a compelling story.Zayn's mind raced with questions, his brows furrowing as he contemplated what the man was saying. "Why would he want Lord Z to make an appearance at this auction? What could be the purpose behind it?" he pondered silently.The room fell into a hush, all eyes fixated on the stage. The anticipation grew palpable, the air heavy with expectation. Reporters adjusted their lenses, eager to capture the moment when Lord Z would step into the spotlight.However, much to the guests' surprise and disappointment, no one rose from their seats. Confusion washed over the attendees, their faces portraying a mixture of bewilderment and frustration."What's going on? Is this some kind of a ruse?" murmured a guest, his voice laced with suspicion.The man on stage, undeterred by the crowd's react
Khalid couldn't hide his satisfaction as he observed Zayn's discomfort under Shaquille's piercing gaze. "Let's see how he squirms this time," Khalid thought, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. But his expression quickly shifted when Zayn confidently answered the question, leaving Khalid both surprised and slightly unnerved.As the meeting drew to a close, participants started to disperse, their minds abuzz with thoughts of the upcoming auction. Khalid couldn't help but approach Zayn, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Impressive, Zayn. I must admit, I didn't expect you to have the answer," he remarked, his tone laced with a mix of surprise and admiration.Zayn smiled modestly, his gaze focused on Khalid. "Well, I believe in being prepared," he replied, his voice calm and composed.Days passed, and the much-anticipated day of the auction finally arrived. Zayn's uneasiness remained persistent, gnawing at the back of his mind. Salim, who had been diligently investigating th
As Alina poured herself into the intricate web of organizing the auction, an underlying sense of anticipation lingered. The attendance of Lord Z at the auction held the promise of unraveled mysteries and long-awaited revelations.She declared, "The time has come to bring light to the shadows, to unlock the secrets that lie within. This auction will mark the turning point in my quest for knowledge and discovery. And I won't rest until every mystery is laid bare."*****Meanwhile, a sense of urgency gripped Zayn as he realized he had to make his way to the Sultan's empire. He urgently conveyed, "Zayed, now that I have been able to get in touch with Mr. Faez and Dahlia, I'm a bit satisfied. The fact that they're aware of what happened to Omar settles things a lit, it will make Omar happy seeing them."With that settled, Zayn's attention turned to a new challenge that awaited him. His father, Shaquille, had unexpectedly summoned a meeting with the company's representatives to discuss t
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