The night had fallen thick and heavy, blanketing the palace in its shadow. A cold wind swept through the hallways, rattling the windows like a prelude to the storm that was sure to come. The traitor was still out there, lurking in the darkness, as Saif’s mind raced with every possible move he could make. The walls of Arwa Riyasat felt like they were closing in, the pressure of the secret marriage and the dangerous game of politics growing heavier with each passing moment.
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