Alina's villa was a haven for her and her children. She had made a new life for herself, one she was proud of. Mahab, her beautiful daughter, had inherited her mother's grace and gentleness, with eyes that sparkled with curiosity and wonder. Tabish, her adorable son, was a bundle of energy, always exploring the world around him with a smile that could brighten anyone's day.
Every morning, Alina would wake up early, the soft glow of the rising sun casting a warm light across the room. Mahab would be the first to wake, her tiny hands reaching out to her mother for comfort, while Tabish would still be nestled in his crib, yawning and stretching as he greeted the new day.
Their days were filled with love and laughter. Alina would take them to the garden in the afternoon, where Mahab would run around, her hair flying behind her like a little bird, and Tabish would follow closely behind, his tiny hands reaching for his sister's. It was a simple life, but it was everything Alina had ever wanted.
She didn't need Aariz. She had her children, and they were her world. Every moment with Mahab and Tabish was a blessing, and she had built a peaceful, beautiful life for them.