Descent into Darkness:Rahim Shaikh Saga

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The atmosphere in the grand office was heavy with tension, the air thick with Rahim's barely contained anger. His eyes burned with simmering rage as he paced back and forth, his movements restless and agitated.

Arman, seated behind his desk, watched his brother closely, his expression unreadable as he observed Rahim's struggle to keep his emotions in check.

Sighing heavily, Rahim sank onto the couch, his head falling back against the soft leather as he closed his eyes in a futile attempt to quell the storm raging within him.

The silence between them was deafening, broken only by the steady rhythm of Rahim's breaths as he fought to regain control.

Just as the oppressive silence threatened to suffocate them, a sharp knock on the door shattered the stillness.

Arman's secretary entered, her presence a welcome distraction from the palpable tension that hung in the air.

With a polite smile, he approached Arman's desk and handed him a folder containing his schedule for the day.

As Arman scanned through the documents, his secretary hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Mr. Shaikh," he began tentatively, "Mr. Arbaz is waiting outside to speak with Mr. Rahim."

Arman's brow furrowed in concern at the mention of Arbaz, Rahim's close friend and confidant.

He exchanged a meaningful glance with his brother before nodding in acknowledgment.

"Send him in,"

he instructed, his voice firm yet tinged with apprehension.

Moments later, the door opened once more, and Arbaz entered the room, his expression grave as he took in the scene before him. Without preamble, he addressed Rahim, his voice steady and authoritative.

"Rahim, we need to talk,"

Arbaz said, his tone brooking no argument.

"I heard about what happened at the dining table. You need to get a grip on your temper before it ruins everything."

Rahim's jaw clenched at the reminder of his outburst, but he knew that Arbaz spoke the truth.

He nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of resignation settling over him as he realized the gravity of the situation.

Arman interjected, his voice gentle yet firm.

"Arbaz is right, Rahim. You can't let your anger control you. We need to find a solution to this marriage issue before it spirals out of control."

Arbaz nodded in agreement, his gaze unwavering as he turned to Rahim.

"I have an idea,"

he said, his voice tinged with determination.

"Why don't you consider marrying an orphan? Someone who won't be influenced by our family's politics or power struggles."

As Rahim's eyes widened with newfound hope, Arman sensed a shift in his brother's demeanor.

The flicker of determination in Rahim's gaze mirrored his own resolve, a silent acknowledgment of their shared desire to break free from the shackles of their family's expectations.

"We can't let her dictate our lives,"

Arman said, his voice low yet filled with conviction.

"We have to find a way to take control of our own destinies."

Arbaz nodded in agreement, his expression grave yet determined.

"Marriage is a serious matter, Rahim. You can't let her force you into a union that you don't want."