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
As Zahra gilded towards him, the folds of her burqa rustling softly with each graceful step, Zayn's gaze was immediately drawn to her face. The sheer scarf draped over her head did little to conceal her beauty, and he found himself captivated by the soft curves of her features and the delicate arch of her brows.In that moment, his mind was consumed with a dizzying mix of fascination and longing, and he couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind those alluring eyes.Zayn was taken aback by the beauty and grace of the woman standing in front of him. The ethereal beauty that he laid eyes on was beyond anything he had ever seen before. He was sure he had never seen anyone quite like her before. As he eagerly reached out to take the towels, he couldn't help but stare into her piercing blue eyes and admire the long black hair that cascaded down her back.After a moment of silence, she finally spoke. "You remembered my name?" she said with a hint of surprise in her voice.Za
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
Rahman's men exchanged glances, their eyes alight with a newfound hope. One of them cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the others."Wait a minute," he said, "we have something that Raheem wants. Something he's willing to pay a pretty penny for."The others nodded in agreement, seeing where he was going with this."You're right," another chimed in, "if we can use this to our advantage, we might just be able to get out of here alive."They all knew what they had to do. They had to use the leverage they had over Raheem to negotiate their way out of captivity."But how do we approach him?" one of them asked, a note of uncertainty in his voice."We'll have to be smart about this," another replied, "we don't want to tip him off and put ourselves in even more danger."They spent the next few hours strategizing, planning out their approach and rehearsing their lines. They knew that the stakes were high and the outcome uncertain, but they were determined to do whatever it takes to s
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
As Zayed updated him on Omar's condition, his mind drifted back within a few moments to his past experiences with Yasmin. Zayn thinks, "I can't forget the way she treated me when I was living with her family as a son-in-law whose identity wasn't known to them. The way she looked down on me, and treated me like dirt, left an indelible mark on my soul," the memories flood back in a wave of bitterness and resentment."Yasmin was cold and cruel to me from the very beginning," Zayn continued to think."She made it clear that she did not approve of me, and that I was not good enough for her daughter. I can't but imagine how she made me feel small and insignificant, constantly belittling me and reminding me that I was nothing more than a burden on her family." "She never wanted me there in the first place," he thought, "and she made sure I knew it.""It was a pity that I had no choice but to endure her verbal abuse and demeaning behavior for years," Zayn recalled in his thoughts. "I was
Zayn rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Alright, let's try to rearrange things as best we can. I don't want anything to get in the way of my presence at the competition."Samir nodded in agreement. "I'll get on it right away, sir."Zayn watched as Samir busied himself with his laptop, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of the competition coming up sooner than expected. He knew that his team had been working hard to prepare for it, and he hoped that their efforts would pay off in the end.As he placed his phone on the table, he realized that he was quite hungry. Samir had announced lunch break earlier, and Zayn had intended to go with him. But the call had taken longer than expected, and he had missed the chance to join his secretary.He looked around the office and noticed that Samir came back with several paper bags. Zayn could smell the tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked food wafting from the bags, and his stomach growled in response."Hey Samir, what did you