—Palace, Ghazal's Chamber—
Ghazal was leaning against the headboard of the bed and closed her eyes in pain. Tears kept flowing from her eyes continuously.
She said to herself, 'I always knew this day would come. That one day, my father would marry me for some political or financial purpose. That's all what all the Kings do. Their sons are their retirement fund and their daughters are their emergency fund. And I had accepted this from my heart that one day I will be married to someone who benefits my father the most, not caring if he is older, evil or arrogant or has hundreds of wives or doesn't feel anything for me. Then why am I so sad today? Why can't I accept the fact that he's in love with someone else? That I am just another wife for him and someone else is the Begum-e-Khas, His be
