Chapter 72

Burhan sat next to her on the dining table, observing her for past fifteen minutes. The table was filled with dozens of dishes. All laid out for her but she kept on staring at the food with soulless eyes. The food was tempting. She was famished but she made no attempt to fill out her plate. Her lifelessness was creating a fury within him. His hate for Moosa was growing with every passing second. He wanted to harm him in an unimaginable way and he would have only if his sister wouldn't have fallen head over heels for him. "Nur," Burhan said, making her look at him. "Why are you not eating?" He began to fill her plate with a persian dish that she loved as a child. He had specifically instructed the chefs to prepare it. "Please call me Roshanay," She whispered, "Nur is not my name." Burhan still hasn't touched those topics again with her. Whenever he brought up a question, tears filled in her eyes. She wasn't in a mental state to answer his questions. A lot of things were still a mystery