A few days passed to the incident and Malika-e-Jahan not could not breath a single sigh of relief in all this time.
All that was on her mind was… 'Omar won't let her eat anything wrong. She wears a taweez for protection against black magic. I can't reach her anyhow. Sooner or later she'll be carrying a child and that will be the end of my era. I can't let that happen.'
She was pacing back and forth in her room tensely when Gulmohar appeared on the door.
She looked down. "Your highness called me?"
Malika-e-Jahan walked to her and said, "come in Gulmohar." in a sweet tone. "Doesn't it hurt you to see your husband with that Amrit?"
"No it does not." She replied firmly.
"I see you have learnt to Talk Back." Malika-e-Jahan fumed.
"Of course. I have nothing to lose now. What do you w
