Chapter 148

Cooking had always been her language of love, and today she was fluent. Alizeh listened attentively, her eyes focused, nodding at the right moments, and occasionally teasing Roshanay lightly whenever the rice stuck to the spoon or the edges browned too quickly. For a while, it felt almost normal, as if the world outside had ceased to exist entirely, leaving only the warmth of the kitchen, the soft glow of the light, and the fleeting laughter shared between them.

Roshanay had told everything about her past to Alizeh. The words had come out like surgery, painful but necessary. The words had spilled out gradually, not all at once, as if each sentence needed to be carefully measured before it could leave her lips.

She had developed a bond of friendship with Alizeh. A bond she never got the chance to enjoy in her life. And that friendship made Roshanay utter her past to Alizeh.

From the man she loved in her childhood, whose sudden and tragic death had shattered her inno