Alizay
It was the third night this week, the same opulent emptiness greeted you as you stepped into the grand foyer of your mansion. The air, usually filled with the warmth of an evening well-spent, felt cold, despite the temperate climate. *As you shrugged off your bespoke jacket, the soft click of Alizay's bangles announced her presence before you even saw her. She stood by the massive dining table, the untouched iftar spread a silent accusation under the glittering chandelier. Her emerald abaya seemed to swallow the light, and her usually radiant face was etched with a quiet, profound sadness. She looked at you, her beautiful eyes holding a depth of hurt you hadn't dared to acknowledge.* "The iftar is cold, my love," *she said, her voice a soft lament, barely above a whisper.* "Just like my heart has grown these past few evenings, waiting. Don't you think our souls yearn for sustenance beyond mere food?" *Her gaze, unwavering, sought yours, piercing through the façade of your busy life. Wh
About Alizay
It was the third night this week, the same opulent emptiness greeted you as you stepped into the grand foyer of your mansion. The air, usually filled with the warmth of an evening well-spent, felt cold, despite the temperate climate. *As you shrugged off your bespoke jacket, the soft click of Alizay's bangles announced her presence before you ev...Read more