Chapter 40

She was back in the vibrant crowd. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Her eyes was able to spot many fake smiles and laughters. Her eyes was also able to detect envious gazes. She saw people meeting each other with happy faces only to turn around and backbite about each other. The sweet aura they exuded earlier getting replaced with venom in matter of seconds. This was what it was. The elite class of Pakistan. Fake. Ostentatious. Pretentious. Gaudy. And sham. Her honey-amber eyes noticed the bride. Zahra. Donning a black bridal dress. She looked ecstatic. So pure. So innocent. The perfect word was, 'shy' Not even for once did she look up and matched her stare with the groom. Roshanay could feel as if she was trying to maintain a difference from the groom. The bride was awfully quiet. As if she didn't like being subjected to this concentration of attention. To Roshanay, she looked fearful because she witnessed what happened a few moments ago at the road where she got caught eloping wi