Part 1The evening air held a lingering warmth as the young man approached the villa on the outskirts of Doha, its white facade gleaming faintly in the deepening twilight. Hassan wore a simple white thoub, its fabric crisp and unadorned, emphasizing his tall, lean frame without the addition of a bisht or any formal embroidery. The modest garment felt light on his skin, but the thought of what awaited him inside caused a sl...

Chapter 10: On EdgeKhadija stood over Issa, her gloved fingers brushing lightly over his restrained body. His wrists and ankles were strapped tightly to the bed, his mouth filled with her worn socks, muffling every sound he tried to make. His wide eyes followed her movements, his chest rising and falling with quickened breaths as he awaited his fate. Jocelyn stood nearby, silent and ready, her black maid’s uniform stark a...

Chapter 1: A Mother's Gaze Khadija Al-Mansoor, widow of the late Abdullah Al-Mansoor, had long grown accustomed to the quiet strength required of her position. As the matriarch of the family, with two married daughters and her youngest son, Issa, still under her roof, she had carefully maintained her household’s dignity in the years following her husband’s passing. In their large villa, nestled in a prestigious part of Do...