In the Heart of Darkness

Chapter 30: The Anniversary Event

The grand ballroom gleamed with opulence, draped in golden chandeliers, velvet curtains, and the faint scent of roses. Zara clung to Ibrahim's arm as they stepped into the luxurious venue for Zaviyar's anniversary celebration. The room fell into a hush when the most authoritative man of their bloodline, Ibrahim Kardar, made his entrance. Power radiated from him effortlessly, and by his side, Zara felt both regal and exposed. Whispers followed their footsteps, admiration mixed with envy.

Zaviyar Karamdar is a tall man in his mid-thirties, he exuded authority and dominance. Standing tall with broad shoulders, his presence dominated the room as much as Ibrahim's did. While Zaviyar was the second in command, Ibrahim was the embodiment of power, the ultimate figure in their bloodline. Together, they created an aura that left people in awe.

The moment Zaviyar saw Ibrahim, a smile broke across his face, and he made his way over to them. "Bhai!" Zaviyar deep voice filled with respect, pulling Ibrahim into a strong hug.

Ibrahim returned the embrace with a rare smile, then stepped back, his hand still holding Zara's. Zaviyar's eyes shifted to Zara, his expression softening with respect. "Welcome, Zara," he said warmly. "It's an honor to have you with us." He offered her a respectful nod, treating her with the reverence due to the queen of their empire.

Zara smiled, feeling a mix of emotions-pride, nervousness, and the weight of so many eyes watching her. Zaviyar was nothing like she expected. Despite his authoritative reputation, he seemed kind in this moment, treating her with the utmost respect.

"There she is, Zara, meet Aiza, my wife," Zaviyar introduced as a graceful woman in her early thirties approached. Aiza, with her kind eyes and warm smile, took Zara is her embrace.

"You look stunning, Zara. I'm so happy to finally meet you," Aiza said softly before taking Zara by the arm. "Come, let me introduce you to everyone."

Zara nodded, glancing at Ibrahim for reassurance. His hand squeezed hers gently before letting her go. "You're in good hands," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers in a way that made her heart swell with affection.

As they walked through the hall, Aiza proudly introduced Zara as "Zara Ibrahim Kardar." Zara felt a growing sense of belonging. Aiza's charm made it easier to navigate the sea of unfamiliar faces. The name echoed in the ears of everyone around them, sparking curiosity, admiration, and... judgment. Aiza had excused herself to check on her children, leaving Zara momentarily alone. As she left Zara heard soft murmurings of women clustered in groups, the judgmental glances from older women who seemed to measure her worth with every step she took.

"Look at her... Ibrahim's new wife."

"She's so young-too young. Probably a gold digger."

"A witch to have bewitched Ibrahim."

"He could have had anyone. Why her?"

Each word felt like a dagger, and Zara's confidence began to wane. The joy and excitement she'd felt upon entering the event evaporated, replaced by a growing sense of isolation. By the time she stood alone in the corner, her face flushed from the cruel remarks, she was almost ready to leave.

Ibrahim, in the midst of a discussion with a group of influential men, turned to check on her. He immediately noticed her discomfort. His eyes darkened as he excused himself from the conversation and strode over to her.

"What happened?" he asked softly, but his tone was firm, his eyes locking with hers.Zara hesitated, unsure whether to say anything. "It's nothing," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's just... people think I'm with you for your money. That I'm... using you but you know that's not true, right?"