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"Drink some water Begum-e-Khas. You will fall sick." Kesar said worriedly.
"So what? Does anyone care?" I asked bitterly. I was still lying on the bed curled in a ball after Omar left. "Leave me alone for a while Kesar. If I need something, I’ll call you." I asked her to leave.
She nodded and left.
A new maid came in. I looked at the round metallic tray in her hand. It contained a silver glass of milk. Omar must have sent it. She placed it on the bedside and left. My eyes fell on the tray and by the side, there was a small rolled paper.
I carefully picked it up and unrolled it.
‘If you want to know the truth, come to the first small chamber downstairs, to the left of the garden. And don't let anyone know about it.’
I rolled it back with curiosity and shock. No! Someone
