a painting of a house with a walkway in front of it

The Silent PowerIn a grand, ivy-covered mansion on the outskirts of the city, lived Ayesha and her husband, Akram. Ayesha was a woman of striking beauty and sharp intellect. She was known in the community for her wit and charm, but also for her pride. Akram, on the other hand, was a quiet man with a humble demeanor. He rarely spoke of his work, preferring to keep his affairs private. He was a successful businessman, one of the wealthiest in the region, but he had no interest in flaunting his success.Ayesha, however, didn’t know the true extent of her husband’s wealth. She had married him for his kindness and generosity, but as the years went by, her arrogance grew. She had always been the one in control--over their finances, their social life, and even their household decisions. Akram never argued with her, always smiling softly and accepting her commands.One evening, as they sat at the dinner table, Ayesha noticed that Akram hadn’t spoken much. She wasn’t used to it. He would usually engage in small talk, bu