Descent into Darkness:Rahim Shaikh Saga

15

As the morning light filtered through the windows, Zara stirred from her slumber, her mind already buzzing with the tasks that awaited her downstairs.

With practiced efficiency, she freshened up and made her way to the kitchen, her steps light as she prepared breakfast for the family.

An hour and a half later, Zara returned to their room, the sound of the shower indicating Rahim's presence. She quietly entered, her movements fluid as she removed his suit from the wardrobe, a routine they had perfected over time.

Just as she finished laying out his clothes, Rahim emerged from the bathroom, the steam still lingering in the air around him.

Zara's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of him, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of his imposing presence.

Without a word, she approached him, her fingers deftly working to fasten the buttons of his shirt.

As Zara's hands worked diligently, Rahim's voice pierced the air, his words causing her movements to falter momentarily.

"Dress designers will be coming today to take your measurements,"

he stated, his tone devoid of warmth or explanation.

Zara's heart skipped a beat as a wave of confusion washed over her.

Why would they need dress designers? Where were they going?

Despite the flurry of questions racing through her mind, she knew better than to voice her concerns.

Instead, she maintained her composure, silently absorbing Rahim's announcement.

Knowing Zara's questioning thoughts Rahim met her eyes with a steely resolve, anticipating her unspoken inquiries.

"We will be going to Italy to attend a celebration,"

he stated matter-of-factly, offering no further explanation.

Zara nodded silently, her expression betraying a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

Despite her desire for more information, she knew better than to press Rahim for details.

Trusting in his judgment, she simply nodded in acknowledgment before excusing herself from the room.

Rahim followed Zara into the dining room, the weight of their impending journey still heavy on his mind.

As he took took his seat at the table, the familiar routine of breakfast began, with Zara dutifully serving Rahim his meal.

Despite the air of tension that lingered between them, Rahim maintained his composure, his gaze occasionally drifting to Zara as she moved about the room.

He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him, his thoughts consumed by the uncertainties of the future.

As the meal progressed, Rahim found himself lost in thought, the chatter of his family fading into the background as he contemplated the journey that lay ahead.

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Zara sat with Leyla, the gentle hum of conversation filled the room, the two women exchanging quiet words of comfort and anticipation in the hazy morning light.

Leyla, heavy with pregnancy, leaned back against the cushions, her hand resting protectively on her swollen belly.

As Zara sat with Leyla, engaged in conversation, a discreet knock on the door signaled the arrival of a servant.

Zara turned her attention to the servant, who quietly informed her about the designers' arrival.

"Thank you,"