Chapter 257

Roshanay had spent the entire night in quiet prayer, her hands folded and her eyes closed, asking for the safety of her brother and of Moosa, who had risked everything in the chaos of the past hours. Every whispered plea carried the weight of her worry and the exhaustion of a night spent in tension and hope. The prayers were a lifeline, a connection to something greater than herself, a hope that even in the darkness, there was light. Today, as he was leaving, she caught a very familiar emotion flickering in his eyes, one that she had only ever seen directed toward Nur in the past. The softness, the warmth, and the unspoken care stirred something in her heart, and for a brief moment, she found herself wondering quietly if he had somehow known, if he somehow recognized her as Nur. The recognition was a spark, a fleeting glimpse of the truth that lay buried beneath years of secrets and lies.

She wished more than anything that he could hold her, to pull her close in a comforting e