Chapter 156

Often, in the quiet of her room, her thoughts would drift back to the time before she had met Moosa, to the brothel, the forced dances, and the nights of coerced prostitution. Those memories brought a mixture of sorrow, anger, and exhaustion that clung to her like a shadow, refusing to be ignored, even in moments when she tried to focus on the present and the semblance of safety that surrounded her.

Moosa was the only factor that had brought a massive change in her life, a shift so profound that she could still feel its echoes in her every thought and action. She had become someone’s identity, someone’s wife, and with that title came responsibilities, expectations, and a sense of belonging that she had never experienced before. It was a title she thought she did not deserve, one that weighed heavily on her conscience at times, yet gave her a strange sense of security she could not ignore.

At times, she did question herself. Did she even deserve the honor of being a wife?