The air inside the room was heavy—not with tension, but with something deeper. A long-awaited moment. The kind of moment that only comes once in a lifetime.
Mirshad stood in the center, his brothers surrounding him, their eyes locked on him with unwavering support. The past few days had been filled with chaos, war, laughter, and even love. But this moment was different.
Rayyan leaned forward, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
"What do you mean, brother? A moment for what?"
Mirshad exhaled slowly, his eyes reflecting something profound. Something beyond power. Something personal.
"I'm going to call my parents."
A hush fell over the room. Not one of shock—but of understanding.
"I want to tell them the truth."
His words carried weight, sinking deep into the hearts of everyone present.
"Since childhood, I have watched my family struggle. I have heard the whispers, the laughter behind their backs. People telling my father that he would never be successful. That his children—me, my siblings—would be the same. That we would never be more than what we were born into."
He looked up, his jaw tightening.
"They don't know that the boy they once mocked… now owns the world."
A tear escaped from Baba's eye. He tried to wipe it away before anyone noticed, but it was too late. His voice was steady, but the emotion in it was undeniable.
"Son… you are right. You have to tell them. Not for the world. Not for power. But for them. For your father, who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders so that you could rise. For your mother, who never let her pain show, so you could smile. They need to hear this from you."
The silence that followed was not empty—it was full. Full of emotion. Full of love. Full of the weight of the journey Mirshad had taken.
The brothers slowly started making their way out, giving him space. But as Amir reached the door, he suddenly turned back, grinning.
"Brother, please… just don't make another earthquake or disaster, okay? Last time you got emotional, we nearly got wiped off the map. If anything happens, I am leaving this underground before I become a victim of your feelings."
Laughter filled the room, breaking the heaviness for just a moment.
Sophia chuckled, shaking her head. "Amir, I swear, one day I am going to kill you."
Mirshad smirked. "Relax, Amir. This time, I'm calling with happiness. I am spreading it—not shaking the world with it."
Amir raised his hands in surrender. "Good. Because I have a date after this meeting, and I would like to survive long enough to enjoy it."
The laughter faded, and everyone started leaving.
But before Sophia could step out, Mirshad gently caught her wrist.
"You stay."
She turned to him, her eyes searching his.
"Why?"
His voice softened.
"Because I'm not just calling my family. Soon… they will be your family too."
Her breath caught in her throat.
A slow, warm smile spread across her face as she tightened her hold on his shoulder, pressing herself against him in silent support.
Mirshad exhaled, his fingers brushing over the phone before finally dialing the number.
The call started ringing.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
And then—
It was answered.