Asmara Khala sat in the drawing room long after the conversation with Daniyal and Haya had ended, her heart heavy. Daniyal's words had stayed with her, reverberating in her mind, yet there was something else she hadn’t told him—something that weighed even heavier on her conscience.
She glanced at Haya, who had excused herself to the kitchen, leaving Asmara alone with her thoughts. It had been a difficult week, the preparations, the conversations, the expectations. There was a nervous knot in her stomach as she thought of Fariya and the decision she had made in the heat of her fears.
Asmara had already reached out to the family that had expressed interest in Fariya. It had happened quickly, with her acting on impulse, driven by the nagging fear that time was slipping away faster than she
