Chapter 25

"So how did you manage to get your hands on him?" Farah asked Roshanay with a poker face. Just three of them were on the breakfast table as Moosa was having a word with Ayyan in the drawing-room, next to the dining room. As soon as her words registered in her ears, Roshanay looked up at her and found her smirking. Her curly hairs giving her a more evil look and face caked with makeup reminded Roshanay of her uncle's only daughter, Hafsa. Her brain put forth the propositions how to deal with such people and the best one of those were, to ignore her and she looked down again, continuing her breakfast "What are you saying, Farah?" Alizeh said, appalled at Farah's absurd question. "What? Don't shut me up Alizeh. I know how to deal with these people," Farah told and Roshanay's grip on the fork tightened. Her words penetrated her heart. "Are you even looking at what you're saying? My brother would mind a lot if he heard it," "Oh your brother?" Farah turned towards Alizeh, who was sitting bes