12 parts Ongoing MatureThe moon hung low over the quiet city, casting long shadows over its narrow streets. In the stillness of the night, a figure stood at the edge of the prayer mat, his eyes closed, his lips moving silently in prayer. His heart, however, was far from peace. Zayd had always been a man of discipline, a man of power-his every move calculated, his every word measured. Yet, within the walls of his mind, a storm brewed. A storm that had a name: Noor.
She was the kind of woman who didn't demand attention, yet drew it effortlessly. Shy, soft-spoken, with eyes that always seemed to be looking down. But to Zayd, she was more than just an innocent soul. She was his obsession, his temptation-the one thing he could not control. He had watched her from the shadows, unseen, his desire growing like a fire he couldn't extinguish.
Noor had always believed in the goodness of others, her faith pure and unwavering. The world had not yet shown her its darker side. But soon, she would learn. She would learn that not all prayers go unanswered, and not all desires can be ignored.
As the night deepened, Zayd made a silent vow. He would have her, no matter the cost. Even if it meant dragging her into the depths of his darkness. For in his world, love was not a gift-it was a curse. And Noor was about to find out just how dangerous his love could be.
In the silence of his room, the words of his prayer echoed, but this time, they held a different meaning.
"Ya Allah, forgive me for what I am about to do."
