Thriller Is money, sex and revenge such things that makes humans animals ?

[Naruto411]

### A Familiar Encounter

In a luxurious hotel lobby, Imran’s gaze swept over the crowd, his heart racing as he spotted Zainab approaching, her hijab framing her face. Even with her modest attire, she radiated an allure that sent memories flooding back to their college days—those reckless moments filled with passion and secrecy. He remembered their first full encounter, the thrill of being entwined in each other’s arms away from prying eyes, the intoxicating sweetness of their youthful love.

“Zainab,” he greeted, his voice low and tinged with a hint of nostalgia. She smiled at him, and he couldn't help but notice the subtle spark in her eyes. Despite everything that had changed, the connection between them remained undeniable.

### The Weight of the Past

Their laughter rang out as they reminisced about their past, but the undercurrent of their conversation was serious. “So, Mr. Verma is coming to Dubai,” Imran said, his tone shifting. “He has that peculiar… interest in pregnant women, and I need you to distract Rashid next Sunday so Layla can entertain Mr. Verma.”

Zainab chuckled, shaking her head. “It’s so twisted, but it works. Just imagine—Layla, getting pregnant again and serving Mr. Verma. We really have turned her life into a circus, haven’t we?”

Imran nodded, a dark grin forming on his lips. “We made her pregnant for a reason, after all. It’s a shame we can only guess who the real father of her son is among all the men we forced her to sleep with. And we can't make her pregnant again.”

They shared a moment of wicked laughter, the bond of their scheming reaffirming their partnership in manipulation.

### A Proposal

As the conversation shifted, Imran’s gaze lingered on Zainab, a mix of desire and longing igniting in his chest. “Zainab,” he began, his voice low and teasing, “what do you say we book a room for old times’ sake I want to have my way with you as the bell boy leaves the food in the room and you screaming your heart out ?”

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “As tempting as that sounds, my son Farhan is waiting for me at home. He needs his lunch, and I can’t leave him alone.”

Imran leaned closer, lowering his voice as he pressed further. “I can see the desire in your eyes, Zainab. Just a taste, perhaps? How about we satisfy that urge in the parking lot?”

### A Tempting Offer

Zainab hesitated for a moment, weighing her options. The thrill of their past was hard to ignore, and there was something exciting about the idea of indulging in a fleeting moment of passion.

“Okay,” she relented, a playful glint in her eyes. “But only if it’s quick.”

Imran’s grin widened as he leaned closer. “Can I taste what Farhan will be having for lunch? A little sample for both of us before you head home?”

Zainab felt a rush of adrenaline at the suggestion, her heart pounding as she considered the implications. There was something intoxicating about the idea of reclaiming a piece of their old lives, even if only for a brief moment.

“Fine,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “But let’s make it quick.”

Imran led her toward the parking lot, excitement thrumming in the air between them as they prepared to indulge in a forbidden moment, wrapped up in the thrill of their past and the chaos of their present.