Forbidden Love

Zain's gaze towards the sky and he answered "Yes, tie up in the room."

Bilal frowned, puzzled. "Huh? What tie? And what are you staring at?"

Zain shifted his eyes from the sky to his grandfather. "I mean, we must appear bound by rules. But when necessary, we must not be tied down by them. We must use any means necessary to secure power."

Bilal's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes! That's exactly what I wanted to say."

Before Bilal could muse about divine wisdom descending from the heavens onto his grandson, they moved forward together. But Zain's mind lingered elsewhere on an incident that had happened not long ago.

Few moments earlier,

Inside the estate, on the fifth floor, Paridhi peeked out of her room. Her eyes scanned the corridor, searching for any sign of Zehmat. She found none.

While exploring, she stumbled into a study or maybe a home office. It certainly wasn't a bedroom.

She entered quietly. The room was lined with books, files, papers, and pens but no electronics. No computer. No laptop. No phone. It felt like she'd stepped into the 18th-century colonial era. The room reeked of royalty, but its contents were stubbornly old-fashioned.

Leaning too close, she lost her balance. The window swung open, there were no iron grills to stop her fall. She grabbed the lower edge just in time.

"Hushh... saved."

From there, she saw vast empty lands on one side and a garden on the other. But no people. No movement. As if a curfew had been declared and everyone had locked themselves inside.

"Shit."

Her heart froze. A pair of eyes stared up at her from the ground below. Familiar eyes. Angry familiar eyes. Eyes that promised her punishment last time. Eyes whose owner name she still doesn't know.

She cursed her impulsive brain. Why did I have to be so stupid? She could've been Dora the explorer inside the estate. But no she had to showcase her hidden talent outside.

She waved awkwardly in greeting,