BONUS 4-(ii)

Stepping in, she felt a whirlwind of emotions surrounding her. This place. This place forced her memory back to the time where she had no voice. When she was nothing but a puppet. A puppet of Shehryaar's demand and desires. When she did not have a say in anything. When her life had discovered its lowest of the lows. When taking her life was easier as compared to taking a few breaths to live, to move on. When every second was spent in fear and terror of encountering him, upsetting him. And when the strings of her life was totally in the hands of the man who stood beside her. "Five years," Sheharzaad muttered, her eyes inspecting the nooks and corners and then reached Shehryaar, "and how much life has changed," "Positively or negatively?" he asked. "I.. don't know. But I think positively. I've Chahat," "We've Chahat," he corrected her and she remained quiet. "Let's go," he held her hand and led her inside. The haveli wasn't as vibrant as it used to be. She had come to know that Dua had e