With the details and logistics of the auction adequately addressed, the meeting gradually came to a close. Zayn's mind, however, remained occupied with thoughts about the forthcoming event. "I hope our participation in the auction will yield positive outcomes for ADX," he thought, his mind brimming with a mix of anticipation and cautious optimism.With their meeting concluded, Zayn felt a renewed sense of confidence and motivation as he left the room. "I'm glad to have such capable colleagues by my side. Together, we will overcome any challenges that lie ahead and steer ADX towards greater success," he thought, his mind brimming with conviction.Zayn's footsteps echoed through the corridors as he made his way out of the meeting room. The weight of responsibility hung heavy on his shoulders, and he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that there was more at stake than meets the eye. "Salim needs to dig deeper into Radon's activities. I can't afford any surprises," Zayn thought,
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
The memories of their shared past, both the moments of gratitude and the moments of pain, flooded Zayn's mind within a few moments. He couldn't help but wonder how he could have felt if Omar had passed away due to his ailment.Zayn thought to himself, "If Omar had died... I can't imagine how I would have felt. The weight of that loss would have been unbearable." The thought of a world without Omar's presence filled him with profound sorrow and regret.Zayn's thoughts continued to race, contemplating the implications of Omar's death. But now, with the news of Omar's awakening, gratitude mingled with the sorrow and regret. He was grateful for Omar's recuperation, for the chance to have him back in his life.Zayn whispered to himself, his voice laced with gratitude and regret, "I'm thankful for the fact that he is awake. How could I have forgiven myself? I didn't even find time to go pay him a visit all those times even though I was so busy. But I won't let it slip away, I will have t
"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 sound of the medical equipment provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation, as Zayn's thoughts swirled with memories of their shared experiences. He thought back to their adventures, their laughter, and the bond that had formed between them over the years."Thank you, doctor. I appreciate." Zayn commended and looked at Omar from the distance with a smile, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hang in there, Omar," he said softly. "I'm here for you."As Zayed noticed him, he greeted him with a warm smile. "Zayn, thank you for coming," he said, his voice tinged with relief. "We didn't realize Omar had woken up until the nurse walked in this morning. It's been a whirlwind of emotions since then."Zayn nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "How long has he been awake?" he asked, curiosity lacing his words.Zayed sighed, his expression reflecting a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. "We're not entirely sure," he replied. "The nurse said she found him awake and aler
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.
Zayn's heart shattered as he reminisced about the past, the memories of his own struggles and the kindness extended to him by Omar. "When I left my father's house, penniless and abandoned, for me to find my own destiny and learn to be a man who is independent and strong, it was only Omar who reached out to help me, aside from Mike," Zayn thought, his mind filled with gratitude. He recalled the difficult times he had faced, and the support and acceptance he found from Omar."Omar took me in when I had nothing," Zayn thought, his mind filled with gratitude. "I could vividly remember how Omar treated me like a member of his own family, providing a refuge from the storm of my own troubles. His generosity absolutely gave me a glimmer of hope and a sense of belonging.""Though Omar might have had his own ulterior motives for accepting me into his family?" Zayn thought. "Because of a truth, I know that people often act with hidden agendas," He pondered the more as he couldn't dismiss the
"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