Chapter 156. A Friend to Lonliness

Sheharzaad had determined not to lose that ring ever again. That ring seemed like an assurance to her that he was not upset with her. Or she wasn't bound to get punished. And that he was still firm on his decision of marrying her and she wouldn't be his mistress.

That was why she would check her finger continuously throughout the day to confirm that the ring was there. The paranoia would hit her round the clock. Severely.

And there would be no friend or no close acquaintance of hers to whom she could express her mind, keeping it all within her. Yet she had developed an understanding with the inhabitants of the haveli.

Zahra—whom Sheharzaad met at the dinner that night; rather the night which turned her life upside down—was a sweet, jolly girl. Twenty-two years of age and pregnant. Pursuing to become a pharmacist. She was happily married to Irtaza, who was Shehryaar's elder brother. The tension Sheharzaad had felt between them both and the vibes of intense fear that