Slain by Love
Chapter 1
Qasr-e-Noor Mirza had never looked so alive.
Servants moved from one corridor to another, polishing marble floors until they reflected the chandeliers above. Fresh flowers were placed in every hall. The gardens were trimmed. The fountains were cleaned. Every corner of the estate seemed to be preparing for someone important.
Because tomorrow, Zayan Kareem Mirza was coming home.
For one month, he had been away in America for work. One month without his presence had made the vast estate feel strangely incomplete.
The gardeners were excited.
Even the old walls of Qasr-e-Noor seemed to be waiting.
The owner was coming back.
His uncle stood on a balcony overlooking the estate, watching the preparations with a faint smile. Among all the people in the world, Zayan respected him the most.
Far away, a private jet landed.
The airport buzzed with people moving in every direction.
Zayan Kareem Mirza stepped out, dressed in black. His black eyes remained calm as he walked through the airport. Beside him walked his personal assistant, slightly behind him, carrying files while matching his pace.
People moved aside without realizing it.
His presence alone seemed to dominate the space around him.
The airport remained crowded.
Yet somehow, all attention drifted toward him.
Outside, a car was already waiting.
His assistant left for her own destination after a brief farewell.
The journey back to Qasr-e-Noor began.
By the time he arrived, the sun had already begun to set.
Servants lined up at the entrance.
The massive doors opened.
A small smile appeared on Zayan's face.
Before anyone else could approach him, another figure walked forward.
The moment their eyes met, Ayaan's face brightened.
Ayaan Raheem Mirza
Came back at last? *he said*
Zayan Kareem Mirza
*Zayan chuckled softly*
Zayan Kareem Mirza
Missed me?
Ayaan Raheem Mirza
A little.
Zayan Kareem Mirza
Only a little?
Ayaan Raheem Mirza
Fine. A lot.
For the first time that day, genuine warmth appeared in Zayan's eyes.
The two cousins embraced.
To everyone watching, they looked more like brothers than cousins.
After exchanging a few words and greeting the family, Zayan finally headed upstairs.
The long flight had exhausted him.
The familiar scent of home greeted him.
Without bothering anyone further, he changed, lay down on his bed, and closed his eyes.
Tomorrow would be another day.
And for the first time in a month, Zayan Kareem Mirza slept in Qasr-e-Noor once again.
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It's my first story
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A small note before you read:
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This story is inspired by a novel that is not available in many languages. Some relationships and a few core ideas are inspired by it, but this story is written in my own way, with my own scenes, details, and storytelling...
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I am not translating the original novel. I am simply sharing a story inspired by it, shaped by my imagination....
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I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it...
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