Tasmina
I had thrown myself so completely into planning Sanaz’s wedding, that I had almost forgotten it was my husband she was marrying. She was uptight, slightly abrasive and was used to getting her own way. But even still, there was something about her that I couldn’t help but like. She had an acerbic wit, as sharp and pointed as her tongue could sometimes be. She was surprisingly funny and there were moments where I felt we could one day be friends.
We both had brothers, but where my brothers adored me, hers simply tolerated her. I noted with some distaste that the Guls seemed to place little value on women. She was an afterthought, until she could be used. For that was what this was. She had delusions of grandeur, of her ‘purpose’ to unite the Zal and Gul line with a child; a child t
