She didn't know nor did she remember how long it had been but she was sure it had been a long time. A long time since she had been dying, every day and every night. Now it was like a normal to her, different men coming and using her as a toy to quench their sexual desires.
Every night her uncle would introduce her to a new customer and she would just sigh, waiting for this pain to end. Just like right now, the man who was thrusting inside her wildly was a new customer who came for her today.
She didn't know when her life would take a turn? when her life would get better? She didn't know even she would be able to make out of this hell hole.
She didn't know anything.
Would someone ever marry her and take her out of this brothel?
Marriage? Really? And me?
She scoffed at her thoughts, who would like to marry a used girl, who would want to marry a prostitute?
Was she really this unworthy that no one would want to marry her?
She couldn't understand the standard of society.
One virginal wall is supposed to decide everything? Everything of a girl's life? About her character? No matter how much her pure is her soul?
If you're not a virgin without marriage, does it mean you don't deserve to be honored?
You deserve no respect?
She always thought that why people neglect every other attribute when it comes to girl making the standard only the beauty and virginity.
Every day a part of her soul would die. She was dying slowly. She never wished for this life, she never wanted it.
She never wanted to be a prostitute.
People would more often call her a prostitute than her name. It was breaking her heart day by day.
She could just wish her fate was in her hand. But it was not.
All the things happened which she never wanted to happen.
The night shift at last ended and the man got off of her after quenching all his desires on her.
"You're a good slut," he said as if complimenting and wore his clothes leaving the room. While she just laid on the bed, her eyes which were emotionless kept on staring at the ceiling.
Her body wasn't in pain, it had got used to it.
The pain was the emotional pain. The pain which no can see and feel but she and her dear mother, Dilshad.
As it is said, trust the one who can feel the pain behind your happiness. She always put up a pretense of being happy and content infront of her mother but her mother would always know it.
She was living happily in her beautiful country, Iran until one day her father, Aahil became a drug addict and started gambling. Soon, he ran short of money and sold his daughter to his brother, Sufyan. Roshanay's mother, Dilshad insisted him not to do this but he didn't pay a heed. After some days Aahil died and Roshanay was forced to go with her uncle and she took her mother along with her too. Her uncle lived in Pakistan, KPK so they both have to leave their country.
Her uncle, Sufyan was a vile man who had a kotha in which he had employed women as prostitutes and he made Roshanay one too. Roshanay resisted him but she needed money and a shelter on her head, on the top of that her uncle blackmailed her so she had to agree. She had nowhere to go.
She had lost the track of time since she had been living in this haveli and forced into prostitution.
But whoever came for her took a part of her soul with him.
On cue the door knocked and her trance broke. She hurriedly wore her clothes and opened the door to find Yasir their.
Yasir was the nicest person in the brothel and a very dear friend of her. He was a kind of receptionist who had the details of all the customers and which prostitute did they choose to spend night with.
"Yes?" she asked politely.
"Mr. Sufyan is calling you" he replied, his eyes shining with sympathy for the poor girl.
"Okay," she smiled, trying to depict that she is not bothered about anything. She's content.
On reaching her uncle's room, she knocked before entering and saw her aunt sitting beside him.
Her aunt, Humdah was a wicked lady just like her husband. They both suited each other.
There was no day when she would not listen to the snarky remarks of her aunt mocking her and her mother on misery, comparing Roshanay with her daughters and reminding her that she's just a prostitute.
"You called me?" she asked.
"Yes, Roshanay" her uncle, Sufyan said, "its your pay time, you've been a very good-" before he could complete his sentence, Hamdah cut in.
"Slut," she said with a smirk only to mock her.
"Yes a very good slut, so as a bonus I decided to give you a bonus of five thousand rupees," he said to which she gave no response and he forwarded the bundle of note to her.
She moved towards him and as she was about to take the money, Hamdah suddenly took the bundle from his hand and threw it on the floor.
"That's how we pay the whores, you can take it from the floor," she spated and they both gave a mockery laugh.
She took in a deep breath.
Patience
She told herself and bent down to pick the bundle while the couple laughed at her. They were jealous of her, there jealousy was the reason behind their action.
Because she was beautiful and there daughter couldn't match her beauty, they were nowhere near her.
Her eyes were hazel with a slender button up nose and lips which were pinker than Azaleas. Her skin was porcelain and one would always want to run a finger on her silky skin just to feel its soft texture. Her hair were thick and black which reached her waist. She had the curves by which anyone could be easily attracted.
In all ways she was epitome of beauty.
She regained her posture on taking the bundle from floor and took out ten thousand rupees from the bundle, forwarding it to her uncle.
"I thank you for your well wishes but I don't need any bonus and you can take extra five thousand rupees too for showing this generosity to me," she told, her tone had a steely edge, "and you people are no human. You'll rot in hell my dear uncle and aunt and I would be laughing at you the same way. Even if I'm a prostitute, a whore or a slut I still deserve respect" she told them sweetly and turned around to leave, placing the ten thousand on the nearby table.
"And don't think you're doing a favor by giving this money to me, doesn't matter how but I earned this money," she told and left the room.
"Do you look at this Sufyan? Do you even look at this?! How this whore is mocking at us?" Hamdah said to her husband whose chest was heaving with anger.
"This bitch would pay for it," he gritted, a determination shining in his eyes to make her pay which got Hamdah smirk immediately.
As Roshanay got out of the room, she collided with the girl she despised to the core, Sufyan's and Hundah's only daughter, Hafsa. Whom they have treated like a princess and who was the most arrogant and toxic person in the kotha.
Hafsa on seeing the money in Roshanay's hand gave her a taunting smile.
"Seems like you got paid today for being fucked," she ridiculed.
"Get out of my way, hafsa. I'm in no mood to debate," she said trying to step to right and move past her but she again stepped infront her.
"Oh really? Now the one who is feeding on our pieces would talk back to us,"
Roshanay sighed and glanced towards her.
"Yes really," she stated in a matter of fact tone and moved past her when she again stopped her.
"You're a bitch! A slut! And you'll always be that!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with joy.
Roshanay didn't reply her, just gazed at her with unreadable expression.
"What cat got your tongue?" She said again, trying to elicit the reaction out of her.
"Actually yes, cat has my tongue," she answered her bitterly. "Now get out of my way," she said and left.
Roshanay reached her room and found her mother sleeping. It was 10 p.m and it was her sleeping time.
"My beautiful mother," she placed a kiss on her forehead before placing the money in one of the drawer and got to the washroom, taking a shower.
Then she did her ablution and sat on the prayer mat to cry out her heart infront of her Lord. She trusted Him, she knew He was the best of planners. She knew one day she will see a bright sunny day, these rainy days would go soon. She had the belief.
After her prayer, she got up and turned around to found her mother awake. She had woken up by her soft cries.
"Chirah giraya mi kuni, Nur?" she questioned. Though they had been living in Pakistan since a long time but she always talked with her mother in her native lagnuage.
(Why were you crying, Nur?)
Nur
It was her name which only the people special to her knew. She had only allow a certain people to call her with this name. Nur.
Nur
Roshanay
They both meant light.
Nur was under Roshanay. Nur had hidden herself, her past self, that jolly self behind Roshanay.
She wasn't Nur anymore. She was Roshanay. Roshanay who was a prostitute.
But the remnants of her cheerful nature were brought up whenever her mother called, Nur.
"Heech cheezi, madar. O chira girya kunam? Mi dani kah man qawi hastam. Dukhtare qawi tawh" She replied with a smile.
(Nothing mother, And why would I cry? You know I'm strong. Your strong daughter)
"Tu madar man hasti ya man madar tw hastam?" her mother asked making her laugh
(You're my mother or I'm your mother?)
"Giriya na kun dukhtare zibaye mun," she said with a sad voice and tapped the place next to her, "inja khwaab," her voice laced with motherly love.
(Don't cry my beautiful daughter, sleep here with me today)
She moved towards her mother with a smile. The bed was only for a single person, she had her makeshift bed on the floor but her mother really wanted her to sleep beside her on the bed today.
Dilshad's gut feeling was telling her something bad is about to occur as if she's spending her last moments with her daughter. Her heart was really restless.
Tonight the mother and daughter slept together, there arms wounded around each other.
Little did they know, it would be the last night they would be spending together.
.........
The next day, in the evening, like every other evening she was getting ready for her new customer. Today the make up artist was being extremely vigilant.
"You've to look perfect, Roshanay," he said while applying the eye liner to her, "the customer is very important. He somehow knows Moosa so you've to please him so he could be our regular customer. Your uncle has asked me to tell you this. And on top of that, he had personally asked for you." he kept on talking while getting her ready for the night.
Moosa
She had heard this name quite often. He was some famous business men and a partner to the world famous company, Syed enterprises and it was a privilege for those who knew him. What he had collected from media about him was that he was a very sincere and devoted man, having a number of NGO's under his control. From time to time, he gave funds to different orphanages and school. He was one of the most influential personalities of the country.
'What a nice man is he and here my uncle does not have an ounce of humanity' she thought.
Apart from that, one thing she noticed about him, he was really handsome. His face was so attractive and beautiful just like her Hayder was.
A number of girl died to marry him. Only a single glance by him would make them head over heels. There only wish to somehow be able to marry him.
All of this information, she got from a video on youtube.
Marriage.
'Can he marry you, Roshanay?' A sudden thought hit her.
She always wanted to marry. Getting married was her wish so she could be free of this life because his uncle, who was absolutely a cunning man, had made this rule that marriage could be the only way to set a prostitute free from this brothel. All the girls have to follow it as he cunningly made them sign a contract. He knew it well, that no man would ever want a prostiute as his wife that was why he made this rule so all of them could be in his captivity for forever.
And here she just planned her's and Moosa's wedding in a millisecond in her brain. She just scoffed at her thoughts. It was impossible for a man like him to even look at a prostitute like her.
She was not even close to his standard.
Rather, her heart was still in the captivity of Hayder.
Hayder, her love. Her only love.
"Are you even listening to me Roshanay? He is a very important client. He could help your uncle to get a chance to work with, Moosa. So be at your best," the make up artist said again.
She could just sigh with frustration and sadness, she wanted the night to pass quickly.
As a reply to him, she just nodded.
After all it was her work to please others.
She wished she had the power to go against her uncle but she couldn't. She still remembered his threat which had her mind boggled, how could he be so cruel.
'If you didn't agree to my demands and didn't become a prostitute, I'll make my men fuck your mother and then viral the video. Now it's in your hands, either you prefer your dignity over your mother's or your mother's dignity to yours.'
Her uncle was a strong and well connected man, apart from this brothel, he had a business to show the world his source of income is from a business not from some brothel. Though, most of the money he made was from the kotha.
Infront of the world, he was a very pious man who apparently was providing shelter to his dead brother's wife and daughter but only she knew his real face.
She was followed by one of the girls to a room where she were to wait for her customer as he didn't arrive yet. She sat on the sofa waiting for him, like every other night, her heart again was beating incessantly. She closed her eyes when those green eyes lingered infront her and she suddenly opened her eyes again.
How could she forget those eyes?
There was no chance.
She had became used to, to all this. Different men coming and quenching their desires on her body and tonight someone asked for her specially, means his uncle would be heavily paid. She looked at the sky through the window, her eyes glimmered with unseen tears. Each day a part of her soul was dying.
When would this misery end?
This profession, made her feel like, she has no self respect. She drinked in all the curses and names given to her gracefully. She wanted to reach a status where all those people who call her slut daily just to mock her would experience the same thing as she was going through. Her hands were tied, she knew. But she also knew, circumstances don't remain same. They change. She had her firm belief in Allah. The Almighty.
Time pass, but still the man didn't show up and she was feeling tired so much that her eyes began to grow weary and before she knew, her eyes closed and she slept on the couch.
When her eyes opened, she found Yasir, standing there, saying something worriedly to her but she could just decipher one sentence that made her sit up and put her mind on alert.
"Run from the back door!"
"Boss, another murder," one of his men said and he looked skeptically at the mark, which was tattoed at the dead man's neck.An eye.He nodded his head and closed the eyes of the dead body, standing up, he smoothened his clothing."Get his funeral done and take his family under our watch," he commanded."Yes boss!" the man replied, his fist colliding with his chest.He looked around his surroundings. They were standing within a forest. He recalled the call he recieved last night and one of his men was begging him to save him but soon he heard the sound a dagger piercing through his body.He closed his brown eyes, taking a deep breath. His patience was thinning and anger was increasing but he needed to take a hold on himself. Things didn't work for him that way.His patience was his key, his power, his stregnth. His anger didn't control him, he controlled his anger. He wasn't a mafia don, ruling the underworld since the tender age of eighteen for nothing. He had all those traits which a
"What about my mother?" she asked worriedly to Yasir."Don't worry. There's a truck outside waiting for us. Your mother is already there,""Are you sure?""Yes, I shifted her there,""Now run from the back door. They are coming. They came to know about our location, its like a golden opportunity for them if they get a handful of girls. So run away, Rosh,""And you.""I'm collecting other girls around here. Now go,""Ok ok. Come fast Aref,""Don't worry,"She gave him a smile and with hurried steps, she was approaching the back door. They were under attack. And she knew who they were.The terrorists.The killers.The tormentors.They were again raising head even when they were brutally crushed by the army years ago. And the point of their birth was once again, the KPK. They needed money to stregnthen themselves and for that they were kidnapping girls to sell them. And a brothel was the best spot for them to get handful of girls. Now, the brothel where she lived was their target and the
Their steps began to retreat back while he kept on pointing his gun towards them."Stop there," he said quietly, his eyes stern but they didn't stop, rather continued their slow steps, backward."Who are you?" he asked, moving forward toward them and they again went back, their eyes widened with horror, though they themselves have a gun but still they looked scared. "And why were you running after this girl?" he questioned, cocking his brow up."She... she ran away,""Who is she to you?""Our... cou..usin. She ran away from... the wedding," the man stuttered. He knew who was standing infront of him. He wasn't an ordinary man. Even their boss would shiver if his name was taken infront of him. He wasn't so nice to his enemies."You're lying," he stated plainly. "We're n..not," "Oh I see.""Ca..n we ta..ke the girl?""Yes,You can take the girl," he said. His voice was quiet and for a moment they didn't believe it, he was letting them go so easily. "Thank you sir," one of them said a
"Oy! Shit! Did you hear everything?" The girl asked her, worriedly and she knew who she was.Alizeh.Roshanay smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry,""Umm...its ok. But please can you do me a favour?" Alizeh asked."Yes sure,""Don't tell it to him." Alizeh told, worry laced her voice"Him?" Roshanay aksed, eyes filled with confusion."My brother Moosa,"Her lips formed an O shape. Nevertheless, she already wasn't going to tell this to him."I won't tell him. Don't worry. Its a secret with me," she said moving into the kitchen. "But can I ask you something?""First promise me again, you wont tell him anything," Alizeh genuinely sounded scared."No I promise. But why are you so afraid of your brother?""You would be too if you saw his anger,"She felt like her heart suddenly stopped. One thing, all over the years she's been through so much pain that now she was literally scared of men. And here his anger being mentioned made her heart drop, apart from that what she judged from his appearance,
"He won't tell anything to us, Shehryaar" Moosa's brown eyes moved towards Shehryaar who stood beside him. They both looked towards the man, tied to the chair. Blood smeared his face all over, his face hardy recognizable."He is of no use to us" Shehryaar's grey eyes moved back at him as he stared back. They both knew the tremors which left the tied man's body.Shehryaar was Moosa's mafia partner and his best friend's Irtaza's only brother. The three of them together controlled the mafia in Pakistan and Iran, dividing the land in three parts."Hmn so you won't tell us anything?" Moosa moved his head back to the beaten man and looked in his eyes in that deadly way. His eyes lethal, shining with danger.He held his chin and moved his head up. The man was breathing heavily as if taking his last breaths, his bloodied eyes moved up towards his tormentor."You're testing my patience, Tahir," he muttered. "Tell me who. do. you. work for?" Moosa stressed, his brows moving up and his hold on
"What were you doing here?" he asked calmly but she just shivered. Her tongue was tied, unable to utter a word. After what she witnessed him doing, she was sure, she won't be able to utter a word in his dangerous presence.He slashed someone's throat. That too so easily. He was mercilessly stabbng that knife in his body, without any ounce of fear, regret, guilt. He did that as he was possessed. He looked so scary that by his mere sight, she would want to hide."I asked you something," he took a step towards her and she gasped immediately. Her heart wanting to sprout out, pulsating vigorously. She looked back at the door, it was closed. She wanted to run away and then she looked back at him, who now was standing just a few steps away from her. She promptly stepped back, her eyes getting teary within seconds out of fear.What to do when you are in presence of a murderer? "I...I you're....a...k..killer," she stuttered, not able to form a coherent word."What the fuck were you doing her
"What?" she asked, dumbfounded, her eyes widened with surprise and shock.Did she hear him right?What did he mean by that?Was he serious?"What are you talking about?" she asked, puzzled."Didn't you just say, you'll do anything?""But... I," she ran short of words. All surprised and shocked. Not even in her wildest dreams did she expect him to make such a demand."But I didn't know you'd ask me to...to ma...marry you," she completed her sentence as if in a shock. "Then you should have thought before saying that. Now as I told you, stay firm to your words, in this regard, we are getting married tomorrow," he spoke, his dark voice was enough to give no room to further discussion."Are you serious?""Haven't been this much serious,"She just shook her head in denial."I can't marry you," she told him and saw a frown creasing his brow, that sent her beating organ, shivering.But this thought was just too unsettling for her. Marriage.He was literally talking about marriage. Marriage
Whole night, she kept on waking up in between her sleep, her dreaded thoughts taking over her dreams.When the day light spewed through the window, her eye lids disclosed, revealing her amber eyes, which came in contact with the ceiling.Her mind was blank.No thoughts, nothing.But there was that weird feeling in her heart.Her eyes restlessly moved to and fro when the occurings of last night find their way to her brain.That basement.Murder.Moosa.Wedding.Everything came crumbling down on her. She sat up, threading her hands in her locks with worry.She got off of her bed and was about to leave her room when the door handle turned down as someone was opening it from the other side.Dread crawled her senses, thinking it might be Moosa. She hurriedly pulled the door back, when it was half way through opening and turned the lock, not even seeing who was on the other side of door.The door knocked and she took a few steps back, looking at the door as if it was some ghost, her eyes wi
Roshanay's eyes opened and the first thing she saw was the dark sky. Immediately, the parchness of her throat hit her, fueled by the intense thirst and she sat up, looking around for water. And her eyes fell on the jug and glass on the table. She immediately poured herself a glass and chugged it down the throat. But only one glass was not enough to satiate her and she gulped two more. She instantly felt the coldness of water spreading in her dry throttle, bring her peace. It was then she realized where she was. At Moosa's office.And fear was quick to grasp her heart. She quickly sat up, pushing the comforter. Her heart beating hard and fast in her chest. She looked around the room to confirm that he wasn't there. The struck breath partially released upon not finding him there. She thought of leaving the room but that cautious part of her brain told her otherwise. She thought she wasn't suppose to leave until he permits so she waited patiently for him to come and grant her permiss
Roshanay stopped dead in her tracks, her back straightening. Her heart began to shiver with fear. Agonizing fear. Her body began to tremble with dread.The marks on her back began to throb as she remembered the belt treatment that was given to her by him.She heard the door closing but she didn't turn back to look at him. Her heart palpitating in her chest.Dread creeping up her nerves. Knots in her stomach tightening painfully.She heard him getting closer and closer as her nostrills got enriched with his scent. And after a few moments, her vision filled with his sight as he sat on the sofa, the table infront of which, she was cleaning.Roshanay was on her knees, her hand holding the cleaning clothe of the table. She didn't dare looking up at him. Not even for a second.Her hands began to shake as soon as she felt someone was looking at them.She was visibly shaking."Alright. I'll talk to you later," with that being said, he cut the call.And then she knew, she was now center of his
Horror etched on Roshanay's face as she turned towards the crowd who stood at the door. Next, she climbed up the bed and reached for the door so she could run away. She didn't round the bed to reach the other side since Moosa was standing there in the center. "One step out of this room, Roshanay, and you'll see a fate worst than this dead man," Moosa said, without looking back at her. This ceased her movements immediately and she stopped. She saw everyone leave. Every maid. Every servant. Not even one stopped to help her and she stood helplessly near the frame of the door. Farah left as well. But when his mother was about to leave, Roshanay held her dupatta, glancing at her with pleading eyes. "Please... save me...s-s-s-ave m-m-me... I am...am innocent," she was hiccupping but in a low voice. Her eyes full of tears. "Mother, you're still here?" Moosa turned towards them, "please close the door once you leave," he said and Afsheen passed a sympathetic glance to her before leaving
Roshanay was in her room when a maid entered to serve her the dinner when she asked the maid, "what is this noise outside?" "This doesn't concern you," the maid's response was dry. The servants have begun to treat her differently after the truth of her past was revealed. And she knew it was Farah who spread her. She now practically controlled the house. All the servants and maid bowed to her. "Tell me or I will complain to Moosa," At this, the maid laughed. "Madam don't try to act like a respectable women. Or don't act as if you are the wife of the owner of this house. Also, Sir Moosa is getting engaged with Ms. Farah. That is why the noise," The ground slipped beneath her feet. "What?" She whispered to herself as the maid left. Grabbing her dupatta, she stood up and stepped out. Though, the door wasn't allowed to be locked after her claustrophobic episode but he forbade her from going out of the room. She went towards the lounge where the noise came from and was surprised to se
The next morning, Afsheen woke up and found Farah sleeping beside her. Farah has shifted to her room after Alizeh's kidnap to mentally and emotionally support her. Afsheen really appreciated Farah's efforts towards her. A smile came on her lips as she caressed Farah's hair. All her efforts in the previous days proved Afsheen that how much Farah loved her. And all Afsheen wanted was to equally love her back. The day after Roshanay's truth was revealed to them, Farah has told Afsheen about the love she had always carried for Moosa and then placed her request infront of Afsheen- helping her in marrying Moosa and in the divorce of Moosa and Roshanay. Afsheen had told her that it was Moosa's decision to take but then Farah countered arguement of Roshanay being manipulative and would pull Moosa back again in her charms and there were chances he might end up forgiving her. Slowly, without even realizing, Afsheen began to dance on Farah's tunes. Farah has completely manipulated her. Sh
His eyes struggled to open but with great difficulty, he atlast opened them. A wave of headache was quick to course through his head, making him close his eyes again. He croaked slightly, trying to sit up but he felt someone's hand around his chest. This made him open his eyes and he tried to get back to his senses. He was shirtless. Only in his boxers.Farah's clothes were lying on the floor and she was lying beside him. Sleeping.She was wearing his shirt. Only. Her legs bare were entwined with his.His eyes fell on the bottles of wine lying on the floor. All empty.Then he saw trails of hickeys on Farah's neck. Her scent on him.And he was shocked to the core.He tried to recall but his mind was blank. Rather it was smarting with pain making him unable to recall anything."Farah! Wake up!" he jolted her shoulder and she immediately woke up with a jerk."Moosa? What happened?" she asked, sitting up.Their position was too intimate."What happened last night, Farah?" Moosa sat up, r
Roshanay quickly stepped back to the room where she just entered from. And before he could do anything, she closed the door and locked the room. After she has fainted that day, Moosa didn't keep the door of her room locked but strictly forbade her from stepping out. She had almost died that day since the room where she was kept was out of electricity for about a week. And because of the heat and the utter darkness that consumed the room, day and night, she began to have hallucinations. And that evening, those hallucinations got intense and she felt as if she was seeing things. Once she got to know that the door of her room was not locked now, she had decided to began her hunt and search for the room where her mother was. She was so desperate to meet her mother. She just wanted a big warm bear hug from her now. Because only her presence could eliminate all her worries. She was just doing now and since it was 2 in the morning, she expected everyone to be asleep but she was surprised t
A week elapsed. A lot changed for Moosa.But nothing changed for Roshanay.While Farah reveled in her success. Farah came to know about the truth related to Roshanay's past, the day that security guard harassed Roshanay in the kitchen. She was standing out of the kitchen when she heard him threaten Roshanay. Farah was aware, if she would go straight up to Moosa and confess, he might not believe her or Roshanay could come up with another lie which will put her in a difficult position infront of Moosa. So she waited. Waited for the right time to strike. And the right time came when she got to know about Malik bringing Roshanay's mother back to Moosa. She devised the plan. Carefully. Waiting for the right moment to strike. She wanted Moosa to listen the word from the tongue of his dear wife's mother. And that's what exactly happened. After Alizeh's kidnap, her aunt had become so emotionally dependent on her. And she used this emotional dependency to exploit her. Her aunt was smitte
It was 4 in the morning when Roshanay's eyes fluttered opened. Her eyes connected with the ceiling. A dimly lit bulb was turned on and she realized she was not in her room.An instant pain bubbled up from her lips. She rubbed her tongue on her lips. They were dry and cracky with a metallic taste. She sat up on her bed to observe her surroundings. She had seen this room before since she stayed here when she first came in this mansion. Her gaze went to Moosa who was offering his prayers. She waited for him to be done with his prayer so she could request him again to allow her to meet her mother. He can punish her, brutally punish her for all she cared now. All she wanted in this moment to somehow hear these words, 'you can meet your mother' from his lips.Her eyes were aching with the need of witnessing her mother's face. Hear her voice. Touch her hands. Feel her warmth.Roshanay had thought her mother had died. When she was told about the news of her return, it felt as if someone ha