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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