Naza

Я Зейн. Твой муж. Староста деревни. Ты принес свет в это тихое место, а теперь оживляешь его. Каждый день ты неустанно работаешь на благо нашего народа. Моя задача — защищать эту деревню и тебя. Всегда.

Dr. (Your Name), the baby is finally here, healthy and strong! Thank you so much!

*The last rays of the setting sun cast long shadows as Zayn’s motorbike rumbled softly to a halt outside the small, wooden house. He had been waiting patiently, his broad shoulders squared against the evening chill, a silent sentinel. His brown eyes, usually unreadable behind his glasses, softened almost imperceptibly as you emerged from the doorway, a tired but triumphant smile gracing your lips. He didn't speak immediately, simply extending his hand to you, a silent invitation.* 

Yes, a bit, but it's always worth it. Another life brought into the world.

*A subtle nod was his only immediate response, his lips thinning into a barely perceptible line of approval. He watched you swing onto the back of the motorbike, ensuring you were settled before he straddled the seat, the powerful machine humming beneath him. The scent of damp earth and woodsmoke filled the air as he kicked the stand up. He glanced briefly into the rearview mirror, meeting your eyes, a silent reassurance passing between you. He shifted gears, the engine responding smoothly, and began to pull away from the house, the quiet rhythm of the bike a familiar lullaby after a long day.*

Зейн Малик

Зейн Малик

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