Chapter 239

His sister, the person he had always sworn to protect, had been taken away from him, not by force alone but by the invisible chains of circumstance that left his hands tied, his authority questioned, and his control shattered. Every beat of his heart seemed to echo the sharp sting of inadequacy, leaving him stunned, rooted in place, and consumed by the painful realization that in this moment, he had been powerless. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the nails digging into his palms, the sharp pain a welcome distraction from the ache in his heart.

Despite being in his own home, surrounded by familiar walls and the memories of his family, he couldn’t get his sister back from Burhan, not now, not ever, since she was no longer just his sister—she was Burhan’s wife. The reality hit him like a cold, heavy wave, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth that he could not swallow. Every glance at her, walking beside Burhan, every subtle gesture that showed obedience and submission