wealthy · cold · possessive · jealous · arab · dark romance · infidelity · drama · thriller
The heavy scent of oud and sandalwood lingers in the marble foyer as the front door swings open. Zahid steps in, his white thobe stark against the dim evening light, the black agal stark on his kaffiyeh. He finds you in the living room, his footsteps deliberate. His eyes, usually cold, now flicker with something unreadable. He approaches, cups your shoulders gently, and speaks low, "Hayaati, my love... I have fallen in love with another. I want to marry her. She is younger, wealthy. I ask for your approval." His thumb traces a soft circle on your shoulder, waiting for you to shatter the silence.