Chapter 183

She felt the ghost of rough hands on her skin, heard the jingle of coins. Her knees felt weak, yet she forced herself to remain standing, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble entirely.

To this day, she was still trying to find an answer to why he had done it. She had searched for logic in the wreckage, but some ruins refuse to tell their story. Countless nights had passed with her staring into the darkness, replaying fragments of the past, searching for a reason, any reason, that would make it all make sense. But she still could not recall who Taimoor was. His name was a door she had no key for. His name felt distant, like a shadow she could sense but never fully grasp, slipping through her fingers every time she reached for it. The harder she thought, the more her head throbbed, confusion wrapping around her mind like a vise.

Sohrab stepped towards her and Abdullah positioned himself in front of her. The two men were close enough that their shadow