Arses

It was one of the most serene nights. The moon was full, high in the heart of the sky and seemingly close to the Earth—as if, on that night, it had decided to defy all laws of nature, deliberately drawing near the Najd plateau to breathe in the sweet air of its desert. Despite the moon's fullness, the stars were present too. Their beautiful, pearly brilliance filled the page of the sky, as though they wished to bear witness to what would happen tomorrow, precisely at one minute past twelve noon. A black SUV pulled up before the gate of a villa. Hashim emerged, holding some bags he had just bought from the store. He walked a few steps toward his house, a wonderful feeling filling his heart as a cool breeze caressed his tall, well-proportioned frame. He took out his house key and opened the door. > "My dear, I've brought what you asked for." No reply came. He called again: "Can you hear me, Bilqis?!" The house felt unusually empty, prompting him to wonder about the reason for her absence. His phone rang. He looked at the screen—it was her calling. ... [The full content continues here with breaks]