The flame illuminated his chiseled features as he drew in a deep breath, the smoke curling

around his face. He held the cigarette between his fingers, the smoke wafting up towards

the ceiling. He exhaled slowly, a thin stream of smoke escaping his lips.

He remained indifferent to Amna's breathlessness and Sheharzaad's begging. The whole

room was filled with her wails and cries. His eyes cursorily moved around, and he was

satisfied when he found the gazes of his men fixed on the floor.

"Please, ...