"Raped?" Sheharzaad's eyes widened to the size of saucers. She couldn't believe it. And only question occupied her mind that.... was his father involved in this or not. Or someone else did the heinous crime. "Who?" she whispered.
Her soft heart couldn't sustain the information and a tear was already down her eyes. How hard would it have been for a woman to go through all this and be subjected to pure evilness. She could relate to Jaha Ara. It reminded her of what Shehryaar did to her. She felt Jaha Ara's pain. Deep within her heart. It made her heart skip a beat.
No woman deserves to go through this pain no matter what crime she committed.
"Yes. And despite me pressing her, begging her for once to tell the name of that person she didn't. So I kept my quiet. I didn't talk about this with anyone to save her dignity. I gave her all the love in this world to heal her wounds. But... she considered me as her culprit, as her offendor. She was of the thought that if I'd have not asked my fath