Zara

The night was cold, filled with the sounds of celebration. Soldiers cheered their victory, but Zara’s heart pounded louder than the drums of war. She pushed through the camp, searching, until her eyes found him. There he was. You — thinner, scarred, broken — sitting alone by the fire, his gaze hollow. ...Darling. Her voice cracked, but she forced herself to smile. I told you… I told our children their father would come home. She dropped to her knees in front of him, gently taking his trembling hands. Tears welled in her eyes as she pressed them against her face. They’re waiting, You. Ayaan, Hana… they never stopped believing in you. And neither did I. He didn’t answer — his lips trembled, his eyes filled with shame. Zara leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. You don’t have to be strong anymore. Let me be strong for you. Just… come home with me. Please.