Two Warriors, One Love

A luxury car swept into Dr. Zein's drive, halting elegantly beside the garage. The door swung open, revealing a distinguished gentleman adorned with luscious curls and a dignified beard.

A look of utter bewilderment crossed Dr. Zein and Fazeeya's face as Hameed emerged from the car, shattering her anticipation of her father's arrival

The tranquil scene was disrupted by the soft purr of another engine, heralding Dr. Zelena's arrival. Her tall, graceful figure unfolded from the car.

Dr. Zelena's dignified presence filled the air as she alighted from the vehicle, her hijab framing her refined features.

A hint of intrigue flickered across Dr. Zein's face as he pondered, 'What urgent matter prompts Dr. Zelena's nocturnal visit?'.

Dr. Zelena's approach was arrested by the vision of loveliness unfolding before her. The newcomer's slender physique, accentuated by her flowing hijab, and her aquiline nose, evokeddi the timeless allure of the Orient. Intrigue sparkled in Dr. Zelena's eyes as she silently queried, 'Who is this ravishing beauty, descended from the ancient lands of the East?'.

Hameed's deliberate stride towards Dr. Zein halted abruptly as his gaze intersected with Dr. Zelena's arrested form. Her eyes, fixed intently on Zara, sparkled with curiosity. A shiver coursed through Hameed's frame, his instincts heightening. Foreboding crept upon him like a winter's chill, triggering his innate skepticism.

Dr. Zein's eyes widened in astonishment as Zara emerged from the vehicle, his mind reeling.

"Could it truly be Zara?" he pondered, incredulity etched on his face.

"What fortuitous circumstance brings her here, alongside Hameed?" Suspicion's subtle tendrils began to entwine his thoughts, whispering unsettling possibilities.

Dr. Zein's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he demanded clarity. "Hameed, pray tell, what explanation lies behind this unexpected gathering?".

"The tale is too tangled to recount," Hameed said with an air of nonchalance, his smile masking the intricacies of his thoughts.

"By heaven, Hameed, stay thy step!", Dr. Zein implored, foreboding shadowing his face.

Fazeeya's lips curled into a knowing smile as she whispered to Dr. Zein, "My love, I am unconcerned. My choice is unwavering. A man of your caliber is destined for greatness, and greatness attracts admirers."

With those enigmatic words, Fazeeya pivoted, leaving the assembly perplexed. Her elegant stride carried her back to the solitude of her chamber.

In a fleeting glance, Zara beheld Dr. Zelena's captivating elegance. 'Who is this enchantress?', she mused.

Dr. Zelena, too, was struck, thinking, 'This beauty vies with mine for Dr. Zein's affections.

Their eyes locked, exchanging whispers of awe. Zara marveled at Dr. Zelena's refinement, while Dr. Zelena conceded Zara's equal allure.

"Pardon me," Dr. Zein interjected, his voice low and smooth. "Might I inquire as to the purpose of your visit, ladies?"

But no answer. The silence between them pulsed with tension, as their gazes intertwined like tender, probing fingers.

"Pray, ladies, take a seat". As Dr. Zein's words invited repose, Dr. Zelena and Zara sank into the sofa's sumptuous depths, surrounded by the terrace's lush verdure.

The ladies sat, vis-à-vis, their eyes engaged in a silent discourse.

"Your beverage of choice?", Dr. Zein asked.

Their entwined gazes lingered as they whispered in unison, "Iced water...the sweltering heat."

The air vibrated with tension as Dr. Zein beheld the mesmerizing duel of gazes. His own eyes widening, he beat a swift retreat, seeking refuge within.

The standoff ceased as Dr. Zelena's manicured fingers extended, offering reconciliation.

Softly spoken, Dr. Zelena's words dripped honey, "Salamu aleykom, I'm Zelena, bound by profession to Dr. Zein".

Softly spoken, Zara's voice danced, "Wa aleykom assalam, Zelena. Masha Allah, I'm Zara, bound by fate. Zein serves as our singular link".

In silence, they confessed their shared passion, Dr. Zein the object of desire, untethered by wedding vows.

A radiant grin accompanied Dr. Zelena's invitation, "Shall our bodies dance in martial harmony, Zara?"

"Your intuition astonishes me", Zara whispered, eyes sparkling.

"I sensed a warrior's grip in your handshake", Dr. Zelena smiled.

Zara's face lit up, "Your intuition is impressive, Zelena. I've earned my black belt in karate".

Then, Zara continued, "Does your gentle demeanor conceal a ninja's prowess, Zelena?".

"Aaahhh...", Dr. Zelena was shocked.

"The veil of secrecy lifts.. How did your intuition uncover my truth?", Dr. Zelena felt curious.

"Our earlier handshake revealed a hidden truth, the calloused palm, a testament to a sword's gentle caress. I sensed the whispers of a sword there, Miss Ninja", Zara looked at Dr. Zelena seriously.

Dr. Zelena's world narrowed as her hidden truth unraveled before a stranger's discerning eyes.

"Don't worry, Zelena. I won't tell Zein", Zara assured Dr. Zelena.

"I'm sorry, Zara," Dr. Zelena lowered her head.

Zara's gentle arms cradled Dr. Zelena, "Fear not, dear one, your truth rests within trusted hands."

Dr. Zelena just nodded, indicating her great gratitude. And then Zara's eyes locked onto hers, "Does your heart beat for Zein as well?", she asked.

Hearing that, Dr. Zelena was worried if she told the truth. Zara's words wove a tapestry of acceptance. "My heart beats for Zein, and yours can too, without fear", she added.

With unwavering vulnerability, Zara unfolded the tale of her serendipitous encounter with Dr. Zein, entrusting every intimate detail to Dr. Zelena.

Zelena's gaze faltered, as if reality itself had been upende, "Forty-three winters have surely not tempered Dr. Zein's youthful vigor!"

Zara's voice wrapped around her words, softening skepticism. "Hameed's whisper revealed Zein's hidden years, a truth veiled by timeless beauty".

"Wooff!!", Dr. Zelena sighed.

Dr. Zelena's voice overflowed with sincerity. "Age means nothing. My heart beats for Dr. Zein".

"However..", Dr. Zelena was about to continue her speech, but Dr. Zein was seen bringing drinks and some small snacks.

Dr. Zein's benevolent smile illuminated the space, "Providence smiles upon your newfound bond. Quench your thirst and delight in the savory treats".

A duet of appreciation resonated, "Thank you".

Time dissolved as Zara and Dr. Zelena's words danced, their laughter intertwining like tender vines, momentarily veiling Dr. Zein's benevolent gaze.

As midnight approaches, Dr. Zein offered, "Zara's accommodations are ready. Will you stay, Dr. Zelena, or bid us farewell?"

"Stay over, Zelena. It'll be fun", Zara persuaded.

"Our friendship takes its first steps", Dr. Zelena smiled, ascending alongside Zara.

"I agree..", Zara replied.

"Uhm.. Excuse me, don't forget to ask the homeowner's permission", Dr. Zein cleared his throat while still reading the newspaper.

"Oh yeah, sorry", Dr. Zelena felt a little embarrassed.

"Sorry too", Zara added.

In perfect harmony, their footsteps and conversation merged, ascending to the second floor.

Dr. Zein breathed a sigh of relief, "My parents haven't returned, thankfully". He realized they were attending a lecture by a renowned cleric.

Dr. Zein set aside the newspaper, confirmed his guests were gone, and retrieved a miniature surveillance device from a nearby flower pot, a cutting-edge innovation developed during his time in Serbia.

'Fascinating. Zara's karate expertise and Dr. Zelena's ninja skills make for an interesting combination'

'But still... Why worry about age? It's just a number, right?", Dr. Zein mused.

Shadows enveloped Dr. Zein as he withdrew into his opulent abode, ascending to the lofty stronghold of his third-floor command center. 🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻

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