PTE

EW : Mohamme

ed by flames. He is not just feared-he is legendary. Mohammed Al Daharza, the most

his reflection-not with vanity, but with the silent fury of a man who has survived betrayal. The right side of his face, burned and uneven, carrie

hoice. His face, marred by acid, repulses the women of Khazban. To them, he is monstrous-a living nightmare of scorched skin and jagge

of battle. Each one earned through blood and war. While women look away in horror, Mohammed gazes at himself with a strange peace. He has accepted the

le. Mohammed remembers it vividly-the sizzling pain, the smell of burning

he believed age and wisdom belonged together. At first, he stayed in the shadows, honoring tradition and blood. But Akim proved unworthy

urning, the cries of children echoing through broken streets. His people were dying, and A

ght-and now by necessity. He marched to the palace, heart heavy

ueled by jealousy. Mohammed never understood why his brother envied him so deeply.

hand. He remembers it clearly : the way Akim's blade trembled, the way his steps faltered. Vict

in. Screams

healers. Days passed before he woke, his face bandaged, the pain pulsing with every breath.

irit ? Tha

in battle alongside his soldiers, fought off invaders, and rebuilt the economy brick by brick. No foreign hand touched Khazban's

tionally distant. His gaze, hard as stone, rarely

oul, he knows Aki

ing, his thirst for revenge. He prepares every day for the moment Akim re

l status-nothing has changed. We have

closest advisor and adoptive father. The man has stood beside him since childhood, off

America for business. We'

s no pity in his eyes-only respect. He knows

. Her hands tremble slightly as she checks her reflection in the staff restroom mirror. She's made it

, the rumors-they chilled her. But none of it matters now. All she w

with foreign diplomats, investors, and military

ounded by his advisors. Even from the back,

s the

rs. Her heart beats like a war drum. When she reaches the priv

of

belief, it

rk, filled with the scent of leather and sandalwood. She

she finds the small velvet pouch. Inside are the jewels-gleam

close arou

what you're doing

nce like a blade-deep, sharp, and

shadows crawling around him like loyal guards. His burned face is half-hidden in

s hear

is about