The private jet lands smoothly in Dubai, UAE. The moment Mirshad and Sophia step outside, the golden sun reflects off the towering skyscrapers and luxurious cityscape.
Sophia excited: "I've always wanted to visit Dubai! The luxury, the views… everything is so grand."
Mirshad smirking: "Then let's make sure this is an experience you'll never forget."
They are escorted to their presidential suite in the Burj Khalifa, the world's tallest building.
Their private elevator zooms past hundreds of floors, leading to the sky-high penthouse.
Floor-to-ceiling glass walls show the entire city below.
The private pool sparkles, and the rooftop terrace overlooks the desert.
A team of personal chefs and butlers await their command.
For the first part of the day, Mirshad and Sophia enjoy the billionaire lifestyle.
Shopping in the world's most expensive malls.
A ride in a golden Bugatti through Dubai's highways.
Dinner at a private rooftop restaurant under the stars.
Sophia smirking: "You know, every time we visit a new place, you buy everything in sight."
Mirshad grinning: "I'm just making sure you have no reason to ever look at another man's wallet."
Sophia laughs: "Who said I ever did?"
The night is perfect. But hidden shadows lurk beneath the glamour.
As they walk back into the hotel, Sophia suddenly pauses.
Her sharp instincts pick up on something unusual.
Mirshad notices her hesitation and silently signals Sirius.
His secret security system scans the area.
ALERT: UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL DETECTED.
A sniper rifle glints from a rooftop.
Three assassins disguise themselves as hotel staff.
A black SUV waits nearby for a quick getaway.
They don't know… that Mirshad already owns the entire building.
One assassin reaches for his gun.
Another raises a poisoned knife.
The sniper takes aim at Sophia's heart.
But before anyone blinks—
BOOM!
A bullet hits the sniper's gun—breaking it in half.
The assassins are instantly surrounded by MRD's elite forces.
Men in black suits appear out of nowhere, pinning them to the ground.
The SUV is blocked by armored military vehicles.
MRD's hidden security had been watching from the start.
Sophia raising an eyebrow: "Well… that was fast."
Mirshad smirking: "I could have let them attack just to give you a warm-up."
Sophia playfully shoving him: "I don't need training, I need a peaceful vacation!"
One assassin desperately tries to escape—
He sprints toward the exit, thinking he can outrun fate.
But before he makes it—
CRACK!
A bullet barely misses his leg.
He freezes. His entire body shakes in fear.
A deep, terrifying voice echoes in his earpiece…
"Run again, and next time, the bullet won't miss."
It was Rayyan, watching from MRD's headquarters.
The assassin falls to his knees, begging for mercy.
Mirshad steps forward, standing over the terrified men.
He picks up one of their phones and dials the last number called.
The call connects.
A deep, arrogant voice answers:
"Who the hell is calling me this late?"
Mirshad doesn't say a word.
He simply lets the assassin's screams be heard over the phone.
Arrafanse, the Arab Prince from Maldives, immediately realizes what happened.
Arrafanse: "No… it can't be—"
Mirshad finally speaks, his voice calm yet deadly:
"I warned you once. I won't warn you again."
Arrafanse hangs up in terror.
He knows he just signed his death sentence.
Mirshad doesn't even need to touch him. His presence alone is enough to send fear across nations.
The assassins are silently taken away—no press, no news, no evidence left behind.
The world will never know what happened.
The message is clear: No one touches Mirshad or Sophia and lives.
Sophia smiling: "You didn't even need to fight this time."
Mirshad smirking: "Why fight… when fear is enough?"
MRD doesn't just win. He dominates without lifting a finger.
After the attack, Mirshad decides Sophia deserves a perfect day.
They ride hot air balloons over the Dubai desert at sunrise.
Sophia leans against him, watching the endless sand dunes below.
Mirshad wraps an arm around her, whispering: "No one will ever touch you, Sophia. I promise."
She looks up at him and softly kisses his lips.
In that moment, Mirshad realizes—he doesn't need war, power, or destruction.
He just needs her.