Chapter 105

“Why were you calling, Farah?” Moosa asked in a quiet, almost gentle tone that somehow carried an unmistakable edge of authority. He leaned forward slightly in the chair, closing the small distance between them just enough to make his presence feel even more overwhelming, his eyes never leaving her frightened face as he waited for her to respond.

He wondered why she was calling him. He loved the desperation and helplessness on her face. It was her who made the dynamics of relations between her and Roshanay so complex that he began to hate her. She was unaware of how deeply Moosa was in love with Roshanay. Even Moosa himself was not aware of his emotions for Roshanay. How deep and true those emotions were. They made Moosa lock Farah; the only person who came between them. If it wasn’t for his mother stopping him, Moosa might have killed Farah. But he couldn’t. His mother begged for her life

She was the daughter of close relatives of his mother. Moosa really did not care a