The air was heavy with silence—one that wasn’t loud, but still screamed. Haseena sat there, eyes closed, her face pale, weak… yet angelically innocent. Her voice, calm but layered with deep hurt, unspoken pain, and restrained anger, slowly filled the space between them.

“ bass kardijiye sir aur kitni baar humari maamta par apke ilzaam aur sawaal uthayenge. haan hum mante hai majburan hume apse rishta nibhana pad raha hai aur bhale hi princess unplanned thi— par humse zyada grateful iss duniya mai kabhi kisi ne nahi feel kiya hoga jitna hum princess ke liye grateful hai.”