“How are you taking it?” Zayed asked, wrapping an arm around his wife’s bulging tummy from behind, as she stood near the window, gazing into the deserts.

“Honestly? Feelings are mixed” Aveline said with a deep sigh

“You know you can share anything with me, habibti” Zayed murmured against her ears.

Aveline leaned back against his chest and placed her hands above his.

“I know”

“Then tell me” Zayed prompted

“I am happy that you are embracing your birthright, Zayed. But at the same time, I know you never wanted this. Your passion is art. And you had to give it up and choose business due to many circumstances in...