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

[Naruto411]

Under the vast, starry sky, Zainab and Imran embraced each other one last time for that day their bodies pressed close as if they were the only two people in the world. he hand her in his arms. The cool desert breeze whispered around them, but they barely noticed it, lost in the warmth of their shared moment. The stars above seemed to shine brighter as if witnessing this final moment of intimacy between them.

Imran gently held Zainab, his hands soothing her as he pulled her closer, wrapping her in his strong arms. She felt safe, cherished in that embrace, the weight of the world momentarily lifted from her shoulders. There was a softness in the way he touched her, a tenderness that made her feel lighthearted, free from the burdens of her complicated life.

As they reached the height of their closeness, Imran leaned in and, with delicate care, emptied Zainab’s chest he felt like he was getting addicted to her milk, leaving her feeling relieved and lighter—both physically and emotionally. She sighed, her breath mingling with the cool night air, a sense of calm washing over her. The tension, the stress that had built up, all seemed to melt away in that moment.

When the moment ended, they both stood still for a while, just holding each other under the stars. Zainab looked up at Imran, her heart full yet free from the heaviness she often carried. "Thank you," she whispered softly, not needing to say more. Imran just smiled, his fingers gently brushing her hair, understanding the depth of her gratitude.

Soon after, they quietly got back into the car, driving through the calm night toward home. The city lights started to appear in the distance, marking the end of their brief escape. As they reached Zainab’s house, Imran stopped the car. He leaned in, kissed her gently on the lips—a lingering kiss that held all the affection and unspoken words between them.

"I’ll see you soon," he said softly, his voice warm and reassuring, before watching her step out of the car.

Little did they know, Ayaan had seen everything. He had watched the kiss, the embrace, and now his mind was in turmoil. He had always felt distant from Zainab, but seeing this left him more confused than ever, struggling to understand the complexity of the relationships around him.

yaan stood in the shadows, his heart pounding as he watched the scene before him. He couldn’t understand why Zainab, his stepmother, and Imran, his uncle, were so close—kissing, touching, as if they were something more than family. Confusion and disbelief filled his mind, twisting his thoughts.

For years, Ayaan had seen Zainab as someone distant and strict, always focused on Farhan, her biological son. Now, seeing her in such an intimate moment with Imran, he was both shocked and disturbed. His mind raced—was this something that had been going on behind closed doors for a long time? Was this why she never seemed to care for him?

Ayaan didn’t know how to process the emotions swirling within him. Part of him felt betrayed, while another part felt strangely numb. He had always felt like an outsider in the family, and now, seeing this, he wondered if Zainab ever cared about him at all. Maybe this explained her coldness toward him—her focus had always been elsewhere.

As Ayaan continued to watch, he saw Imran whisper something to Zainab before they parted ways. She looked content, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, while Imran casually walked away, leaving Ayaan standing there, rooted to the spot, overwhelmed with confusion and unanswered questions.

Was this love? Betrayal? A calculated move? Ayaan couldn’t tell, but the images of that night would stay with him, replaying in his mind, as he struggled to understand the relationships that shaped his world.