Chapter 194

Irtaza and Shehryaar occupied seats on the sofa, their posture straight and alert, their eyes trained on her as though reading every micro-expression, every subtle change in her body language. The way they sat, with quiet authority, radiated control. It was not just their physical presence but the aura of calculation, of measured power that made her acutely aware of her own vulnerability in the room. She could sense the countless situations they had endured, the difficult decisions they had taken, the life-and-death choices that had shaped their demeanor into something sharp, almost razor-like.

“Jee Bhabhi,” Irtaza said in a smooth, deliberate tone, and Roshanay’s mind involuntarily flashed back to the first time she had seen him. The memory of that day surged unbidden—the day of his own wedding, where tension seemed to thicken the air around him, where she had felt a mix of fear, awe, and something that now seemed distant, almost intangible. That day, he had been intimidating