Descent into Darkness:Rahim Shaikh Saga

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As Rahim turned to face his wife, Zara felt a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of his gaze. Without a word, he made his way to the mirror, his demeanor as stoic as ever.

Sensing his unspoken command, Zara approached him with silent obedience, her hands moving deftly to remove his clothes.

With practiced efficiency, Zara undressed Rahim, her movements careful and deliberate. She dared not meet his gaze, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Once his clothes were removed, Rahim wordlessly made his way to the bathroom, leaving Zara alone in the room.

As the sound of running water filled the air, Zara moved swiftly to collect Rahim's discarded clothes, her movements automatic as she deposited them into the laundry basket.

The weight of his presence lingered in the room, a palpable tension hanging in the air.

When Rahim emerged from the shower, Zara turned to face him, her expression neutral despite the rapid beating of her heart.

With quiet efficiency, she helped him dress, her fingers lingering briefly on his skin before retreating.

As she finished dressing him, Zara felt the weight of his gaze on her, the intensity of his stare sending a jolt of awareness coursing through her veins.

With a single glance, their eyes met, a silent exchange passing between them before Rahim broke the spell, following Zara out of the room with measured steps.

Rahim entered the dining room, his presence commanding attention as he took note of everyone present.

His eyes briefly met his brother Arman's, acknowledging him with a nod of respect, before settling into his seat at the head of the table.

As the servants began serving food to the family, Rahim remained motionless, his every need attended to by Zara alone.

She moved swiftly and silently, ensuring that Rahim lacked nothing, her movements almost choreographed in their precision.

Zara felt the weight of Rahim's gaze on her as she served him, a sensation that sent a shiver of fear down her spine.

Though she moved quickly to fulfill her duties, the intensity of his stare lingered, casting a shadow over her every action.

Once Rahim's meal was served, Zara wasted no time in retreating to the kitchen, seeking refuge from his penetrating gaze.

Inside, Leyla sat quietly, having her dinner, unaware of the tension that hung in the air.

As the evening progressed, the family dispersed to different parts of the mansion, with the men heading to Abbas's study for their discussions, and the ladies making their way towards their rooms.

Noor, feeling the strain of the day on her feet, requested Zara's assistance with a foot massage.

"Zara, my dear, would you mind helping me with a foot massage? My poor feet could use some relief after today."

"Yes Dadi . I'll be happy to help."

Zara, ever dutiful, agreed with a nod and hurriedly finishes her dinner amidst Leyla and Zoya's company

Leyla asked

"Are you alright, Zara? You seem lost in thought."

Zara replied

"Just a bit tired, Leyla. Noor requested a foot massage, so I should go attend to her."

Zoya said

"Don't worry, Zara. We'll take care of the kitchen for you."