Chapter 124 Two Seeds,One Lie

• The night settled around the Kareem estate like silk—soft, deep, quiet. Crickets sang faintly beyond the balcony doors, and the moon hung heavy and round, casting pale light through the gauzy curtains of Zara’s bedroom.
• Inside, all was calm.
• Zara sat at her vanity, gently brushing her hair. The bristles moved through the soft, dark strands in long, careful strokes. She wore a blush-colored robe, its satin folds clinging loosely to her frame. Her eyes, reflected in the mirror, looked tired—but not just physically. There was a weight in them, something she hadn’t fully named. Something that had been growing quietly all week.