Ties That Bind

EP11

Zara, emerged from the house dressed in a striking peach gown from Dolce & Gabbana.

The gown's flowing fabric and elegant cut highlighted her refined taste, while the delicate peach hue complemented her complexion. She paired the gown with matching high-heeled shoes that clicked authoritatively as she walked.

She draped a cream jersey scarf round her head.

Kabir was dressed in a sleek black kaftan, its simplicity contrasting with Zara's opulence but exuding a quiet confidence. They settled into the plush interior of the LX 570, its leather seats enveloping them in comfort.

As Zara fastened her seatbelt, she glanced at Kabir. "Why aren't we going with the driver today?"

Kabir adjusted his mirror, his focus on the road. "I feel like driving."

Zara raised an eyebrow. "Are you mourning? You're wearing all black."

Kabir's expression remained neutral as he started the engine, giving no response to her comment.

Undeterred, Zara continued, "When will my maids be arriving?"

Kabir shot her a brief glance. Despite her outward sophistication and physical development, she still had a youthful, somewhat childish demeanor. "They'll be around by tomorrow morning," he replied.

"Good," Zara said, adjusting her shades with a flick of her wrist. "Because I don't see myself doing too much housework for you."

As they approached Senator Akinwale's house, a grand residence that commanded respect, Kabir reminded Zara, "Behave yourself. Remember, you're now an elite."

Zara squinted at him, then smirked. "Now an elite?" She chuckled softly. "Bro, I've always been an elite." She unfastened her seatbelt with a fluid motion, her confidence radiating.

"I meant you're now involved in politics," Kabir said, his tone firm but with a touch of pleading. "Act accordingly. Please don't be bratty."

Zara didn't respond verbally. Instead, she simply stepped out of the car, her posture exuding the air of a high-profile leader. With her head held high, she approached the entrance of Senator Akinwale's house.

Her steeze and composure were on another level.

Kabir and Zara walked from the car park to the main entrance of Senator Akinwale's house. The sprawling estate was impressive, its grandeur accentuated by meticulously manicured lawns and elegant architectural details. As they approached the entrance, a young maid greeted them with a warm smile.

"Good evening, sir, ma'am. Please follow me," she said, guiding them through the opulent hallway. The walls were adorned with rich tapestries and striking artwork, indicative of the senator's wealth and taste.

The maid led them to the third living room, a space designed with understated luxury. "Please make yourselves comfortable. I will go and inform my oga that you've arrived."

Kabir and Zara took their seats on a plush sofa. The room was tastefully decorated, but Zara seemed more interested in her surroundings than in the decor. Her eyes roved around the room with a hint of disinterest, while Kabir appeared more engaged, nodding and smiling politely at the maid as she left.

Just as they settled, Adunni Akinwale entered the room with an air of effortless grace. "Ah, ah, if it isn't the one and only DML!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with dramatic enthusiasm as she took a seat opposite them. Her presence was commanding, her smile practiced and wide.

Kabir's face brightened with recognition. "One and only Mrs. Senator," he chuckled, acknowledging her with a nod. The formality in his tone was evident, though it was accompanied by genuine warmth.