BONUS 6

His proximity had made her queasy as she immediately left him, hurrying out of the the study. She must have taken a step out when she came across, Haroon, Asma's husband. "How are you daughter?" he asked with a smile. He was wearing white shalwaar kameez. "I'm fine, uncle. How are you?" Sheharzaad asked politely. "I'm good. Can... we talk?" A frown came over her brows. "About what?" "I'll tell you. Do you've some time for me?" "Sure. Sure, uncle," And he led her to the terrace on the second floor. They both occupied the settee and sat across each other. "What is that you want to talk about?" She asked. Confusion evident on her face. "You're special, Sheharzaad. I feel you've a healing power," Haroon began. "What makes you think so?" "My heart. My heart," he tapped at his chest, "it believes maybe you'll help in getting justice to someone.... who might be waiting for it... for decades," "Who?" "Jaha Ara," Her eyes widened for a second. And she realized in that moment that he overheard a