Khalid's thoughts continued to race as he pondered the possible motives behind Zayn's uncharacteristic silence. "Maybe he's planning to catch me off guard, to humiliate me when I least expect it," he contemplated, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Well, I won't let him succeed. I'll stay on guard, ready to face whatever game he's playing."With a resolute determination, Khalid vowed to remain vigilant, his mind set on unraveling the true intentions behind Zayn's surprising behavior. Their tumultuous relationship had always been a battle of wits and dominance, and Khalid refused to be caught off guard this time.Zayn's disregard for Khalid's presence stung deeply, as if he were merely invisible in his own brother's eyes. The sense of avoidance fueled Khalid's frustration, causing his eyes to darken further with a mixture of hurt and anger. "How could I accept being treated this way?"The vivid memory of the headlines he had come across earlier flashed in Khalid's mind, intensifyin
"Why now? What could she possibly want?" he wondered, suspicion seeping into his thoughts. Layla had always been a complex figure in his life, someone who held her cards close to her chest. He couldn't help but question her motives, especially when things seemed to be too convenient.As Layla offered him a cup of tea with a delicate gesture, Zayn's mind whirled with uncertainty. Should he accept her hospitality? Or should he remain guarded, wary of any hidden agendas? The tension in the room hung heavy, as if waiting for the truth to be unveiled.With a mixture of curiosity and caution, Zayn decided to play along, at least for now. "Thank you, mother," he said, his words tinged with a touch of suspicion. He took the cup of tea, its warmth seeping into his hands, while his thoughts continued to ponder the enigmatic presence of Layla in his bedroom."Mother, to what should I hold this unusual gesture?" He asked, his facial expression showed "Come, my son," Layla beckoned with a gra
Zayn leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Go on, Mom. I'm all ears," he encouraged, his genuine interest shining through.Layla took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking. "Zayn, my love, I've been observing your journey, your remarkable achievements, and I can't help but wonder about the path you're on," she began, her voice filled with a mixture of pride and excitement. "There's something stirring within me, a sense that there's more to your destiny than meets the eye."Zayn became curious, his eyes fixed on Layla's face. "What do you mean, Mom? Are you trying to say that there's a greater purpose awaiting me?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.Layla nodded, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Yes, my son. I believe there's a world of possibilities that lie ahead for you. And I want to be there by your side, supporting you every step of the way," she said trying to lay a good foundation for what she really had in mind, her words filled with unwavering fa
Zayn felt provoked, his mind swirling with a mix of frustration and confusion. "Who has even given anyone the impression that I was ready to embark on the journey of marriage? I haven't even had a chance to properly get to know this girl mother is talking about. And now she is already setting up wedding plans." He pondered, his thoughts filled with dissatisfactionSensing his son's resistance, Layla softened her tone, her voice taking on a hint of longing. "Zayn, dear, it would be wonderful to see my grandchildren sooner rather than later," she pleaded, her words laced with a touch of desire. "Your father and I would love to experience the joy of being grandparents while we still have the energy."Zayn sighed, his frustration tempered by his mother's heartfelt plea. He understood her desire to have grandchildren and the happiness it would bring to his parents' lives. However, he couldn't shake off the feeling that everything was moving too fast, that he hadn't even had a chance to
As Zayn stepped into a grand hall, his eyes widened in awe at the beauty that surrounded him.The air was filled with the murmurs of conversations and the clinking of glasses, as the room brimmed with socialites and influential individuals seeking to forge new business connections."Wow, this place is incredible," Zayn marveled, taking in the extravagant surroundings. "I've never been in such a glamorous setting before."His face frowned slightly, a tinge of disappointment flickering across his eyes as he scanned the room. "Hmm, not too many familiar faces here," Zayn thought, his gaze searching for any familiar acquaintances. "I was hoping to see some familiar faces, but it seems like I'll have to navigate this crowd on my own."He followed closely behind Khalid and a group of men whose identities were unknown to him, his curiosity piqued as he wondered who these individuals were and what roles they played in the business world."Khalid seems to know these people," Zayn observed, hi
As Alina continued to speak, her voice tinged with a mix of admiration and playfulness, Zayn's thoughts drifted even further. "What does she want from me? Is this a mere coincidence, or is there a hidden agenda behind her interest in Lord Z?" he pondered, his mind brimming with questions.Just then, the lively buzz of conversations was momentarily silenced by the resonating voice of the auctioneer, signaling the commencement of the eagerly anticipated auction. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this remarkable event," the auctioneer announced, his voice carrying an air of authority and anticipation.As the auction progressed, one fascinating item after another was presented to the enthusiastic crowd. "Up next, we have a breathtaking painting by a renowned artist," the auctioneer declared, his words met with a chorus of awestruck whispers from the attendees. Zayn, entranced by the artistry on display, leaned in closer to examine the intricate brushstrokes, his eyes dancing with appre
As the crowd's excitement grew, the auctioneer began the bidding process, setting a modest starting price for the rare item. The room buzzed with anticipation, bidders eagerly raising their paddles, their determination evident in their eyes.Zayn, caught up in the electric atmosphere, couldn't help but feel the thrill of the moment. "This is truly an extraordinary find," he whispered to himself, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and intrigue.With a flourish, the auctioneer raised the rare object for all to see. It was a peculiar item, shrouded in mystery and seemingly out of place amidst the luxurious offerings that had graced the auction thus far. The audience murmured in confusion, their eyes darting from one another to the peculiar item being presented.Just as whispers continued to circulate, the auctioneer's voice reverberated through the hall once again. "We start the bidding at 1000 AED," he declared, his words punctuating the air with arousal of interest.Zayn's thoughts
Taking a deep breath, Zayn tried to calm his racing heart, reminding himself that dreams held no power over reality. Yet, a lingering question remained in the depths of his mind. "What did the dream signify? Was it merely a figment of my imagination, or did it hold a deeper meaning?"As the remnants of his dream lingered, Zayn got off the bed and prepared, getting ready to navigate the challenges that awaited him during the day.Throughout the morning, Zayn's troubled mind refused to settle. Even as he made his way to ADX, his thoughts were consumed by the unsettling dream that had shaken him to the core. He was absentminded all the way. He checked his mask repeatedly to ensure it was intact.His mind kept wondering while his brows furrowed deep in contemplation, "What was that dream trying to tell me?" The vividness of the images and the intense emotions they evoked left him questioning the nature of his clairvoyance. "Could it be a glimpse into the future? Is it a warning of thin