Chapter 188

The truth was a living thing, and it was pressing down on her chest. Her mind cycled through images: Taimoor’s ambition, Sohrab’s loyalty to his twin, Durrab’s betrayal, the massacre at the Love Garden, and Moosa’s relentless pursuit of justice and vengeance. Each image burned itself into her memory like a brand. Each memory, each fact, seemed to burn itself into her consciousness.

Soraya’s voice softened slightly, sensing the suffocating weight of the information, yet she continued, unwilling to leave the story incomplete. There was no kindness in leaving the truth half-told. “Everything you see now, the strength, the control, the absolute precision in Mr. Moosa’s actions, is born of these years of struggle. Every loss, every betrayal, every moment spent in hiding has honed him. He is a blade forged in fire and cooled in blood. He is more powerful than he was before, but more cautious, more measured. His revenge has been methodical, and his ultimate goal remains: to reclaim t