Read Mode: Standard•Font: Optimized (L)
Days turned into weeks, and Hania struggled to find her footing in Zarrar's quiet, imposing home. He worked long hours, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the cold staff. One evening, she decided to confront him in his study. 'I didn't choose this, Zarrar,' she said, her voice shaking but full of defiance. Zarrar did not look up from his files. 'None of us did, Hania. But carrying resentment will not change your reality.' Hania took a step closer. 'Then why treat me like an outsider?' Zarrar finally looked up, his gaze intense enough to make her breath catch. 'Because if I let you in, you will disrupt the equilibrium I have spent years building.'