Iffah, utterly terrified, began to shake Tajwar Eshaan, her body trembling violently. She was completely unsettled when she realized his body had gone limp against hers. She quickly placed her hand near his nose, her own chest shivering as though her heart was about to burst out. In total panic, she kept shaking his shoulders that lay on her, crying out:
“Don’t do this to me, for ALLAH’s sake get up! Get up and tell me, tell me who you are, who is Ajmaal? What is your relationship with him? If you die, I swear I will die too... oh my mother, oh my father, I am doomed!”
She burst into heartbreaking sobs, pressing her forehead against his, repeating:
“Innalillahi wa’inna ilaihi raji’un! That’s it, I, Fhareedah, have killed him! Mother, I killed him! I am ruined!”
At that very moment, Miran Jasim and Miran Arshaan entered, exclaiming prayers in shock. Malikat Bushirat was struck hard in her chest by Iffah’s words, as if a heavy hammer was about to drop her to the floor. Daneen Ammarah, standing behind her, quickly held her trembling body. Behind them, Jasrah was already wailing uncontrollably over Iffah, her panic preventing her from noticing the men’s entrance or their prayers. In confusion, she pulled Iffah back and began to strangle her, shouting that she would kill her, that she would take her life.
Seeing Jasrah about to truly commit murder, Daneen Ammarah hurriedly sat Malikat Bushirat in a chair and rushed to them. With Miran Arshaan’s help, they finally managed to pull Iffah away after Daneen lunged at Jasrah. Iffah collapsed on the ground, gasping for air, while Jasrah continued thrashing and crying that she must kill Iffah. Miran Arshaan tried to restrain her, but she slipped away again until Daneen Ammarah finally slapped her hard.
The room fell completely silent except for Iffah’s labored breathing. At that moment, Sayeed Aashiq Ali entered with doctors. As their father, he ordered them out sternly. Miran Jasim and Miran Arshaan shot him sharp glares before leaving. Daneen Ammarah assisted Malikat Bushirat, who had not uttered a single word, while Miran Arshaan restrained Jasrah.
Iffah, still choking from strangulation, could not stand without help. They had to pry her hands away from Tajwar Eshaan’s body, which she clung to while weeping bitterly. She was carried back to her quarters, now placed under tight security. Doctors, along with two specialists, examined Tajwar Eshaan and discovered snake venom and poison in his system. They succeeded in neutralizing the venom but confirmed that the poison had already begun damaging his body. If urgent steps were not taken, he could lose his life—though ultimately it was in ALLAH’s hands.
Malikat Bushirat, completely distraught, believed the doctors were only hiding the truth—that he was already dead. No one who saw his condition could believe he would survive. Yet Malikat Haseena, though old and frail, showed courage and determination to continue trying.
With Daneen Ammarah’s help, Iffah—crying hysterically as if insane—was taken to her quarters. Once inside, Iffah clutched her shoulders in desperation, shaking her and crying:
“My daughter, tell me it’s not true, don’t let my heart stop! For ALLAH’s sake, tell us the truth, what happened to him? What happened?”
But Iffah gave no defense. Instead, her body shook violently as tears streamed down her cheeks, and suddenly she collapsed to the ground.
★
Iffah awoke in fright from the forced sleep the doctor had given her. After water had been poured on her, she had revived but continued crying and rambling incoherently like someone insane. Fearing for her brain, the doctor had injected her with a sedative. When she woke, Daneen Ammarah immediately held her, her voice choked with tears:
“My daughter, calm yourself...”
“Mamy, my heart will never calm down! For ALLAH’s sake, what condition is he in? Has he died? Take me to see him again—don’t tell me no, I beg you, Mamy!”
Her desperate questions made it clear she was still in shock, her face soaked with tears. Daneen Ammarah hugged her tightly, also weeping.
Suddenly, Jasrah barged in furiously, forcing her way past the guards at the door. Daneen Ammarah stopped her sharply:
“Jasrah! Control yourself! If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you—she is the Zawjata-almilk, not a mere servant of the empire, and this is not a chamber you can enter freely. Even her private quarters are forbidden!”
But Jasrah, enraged, snapped back:
“And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you, Daneen Ammarah. This woman who you call Zawjata-almilk is now nothing but a terrorist, a murderer—the very killer of Shahan-shan himself!”
“Are you certain she did it?” Daneen retorted angrily.
“Why ask that when our own ears heard it, and our eyes saw it?” Jasrah shouted back.
A heated quarrel broke out between them, both insisting on their own truth about Iffah. This was unprecedented, for respect usually existed between them, especially since Daneen was older. Their fury only worsened Iffah’s confusion—her mind now completely detached, her body swaying as though she might collapse again, until she managed to lean against the wall.
★
Meanwhile, in the Roman empire, protests erupted over the news. The nation was divided: some believed the story and grieved, others dismissed it as deception—thinking Tajwar Eshaan only wanted to avoid resigning. Many were simply confused. The whole country was filled with arguments, the media and social platforms buzzing.
Although doctors refused interviews, a short leaked video spread, showing Shahan-shan gravely ill, barely alive. The video went viral instantly, shaking the nation. Though the journalist who leaked it erred, the clip turned public opinion: Tajwar Eshaan, once branded a tyrant refusing to step down, was now seen as a tragic figure. Speculation grew—what if the people were being kept from the truth?
Journalists, analysts, and citizens flooded the airwaves and streets with commentary. Some began to pray sincerely for his recovery.
The situation spiraled out of control. Miran Jasim and his allies, seizing the chaos, moved Iffah into the royal prison, insisting she had no escape. They positioned Miran Jasim as heir to Tajwar Eshaan’s throne until ALLAH decided his fate.
The empire was ablaze with debate: some sided with Iffah, others cursed her, still others defended Malikat Haseena. Voices clashed everywhere, the unrest spreading even abroad as foreign media began reporting rumors.
★
By morning, the empire was filled with rulers from all provinces, for the news had spread everywhere. Tajwar Eshaan’s trusted physician finally addressed the press at Malikat Haseena’s command, reassuring the people: Tajwar Eshaan was alive, the snake venom neutralized, though the poison remained in his system. He would need days of treatment, but he had a chance.
This calmed the nation somewhat. Prayers for his recovery flooded in, reversing the protests.
But for others, this was a crisis. Miran Jasim and Miran Arshaan, who had tried to suppress the truth, panicked. Malikat Haseena had outmaneuvered them by revealing everything.
“Then we must act quickly, change our plans,” Miran Jasim said, pacing in agitation.
Miran Arshaan agreed: “But first, we must eliminate that girl. Leaving her alive is like sparing a snake’s head after cutting its body. Barbushi already told us what was done to her won’t last long—her mind will soon clear. And now, at most, we have eight hours since everything began. That old woman is only trying to restore her grandson’s honor through this sickness...”
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Iffah, utterly terrified, began to shake Tajwar Eshaan, her body trembling violently. She was completely unsettled when she realized his body had gone limp against hers. She quickly placed her hand near his nose, her own chest shivering as though her heart was about to burst out. In total panic, she kept shaking his shoulders that lay on her, crying out:
“Don’t do this to me, for ALLAH’s sake get up! Get up and tell me, tell me who you are, who is Ajmaal? What is your relationship with him? If you die, I swear I will die too... oh my mother, oh my father, I am doomed!”
She burst into heartbreaking sobs, pressing her forehead against his, repeating:
“Innalillahi wa’inna ilaihi raji’un! That’s it, I, Fhareedah, have killed him! Mother, I killed him! I am ruined!”
At that very moment, Miran Jasim and Miran Arshaan entered, exclaiming prayers in shock. Malikat Bushirat was struck hard in her chest by Iffah’s words, as if a heavy hammer was about to drop her to the floor. Daneen Ammarah, standing behind her, quickly held her trembling body. Behind them, Jasrah was already wailing uncontrollably over Iffah, her panic preventing her from noticing the men’s entrance or their prayers. In confusion, she pulled Iffah back and began to strangle her, shouting that she would kill her, that she would take her life.
Seeing Jasrah about to truly commit murder, Daneen Ammarah hurriedly sat Malikat Bushirat in a chair and rushed to them. With Miran Arshaan’s help, they finally managed to pull Iffah away after Daneen lunged at Jasrah. Iffah collapsed on the ground, gasping for air, while Jasrah continued thrashing and crying that she must kill Iffah. Miran Arshaan tried to restrain her, but she slipped away again until Daneen Ammarah finally slapped her hard.
The room fell completely silent except for Iffah’s labored breathing. At that moment, Sayeed Aashiq Ali entered with doctors. As their father, he ordered them out sternly. Miran Jasim and Miran Arshaan shot him sharp glares before leaving. Daneen Ammarah assisted Malikat Bushirat, who had not uttered a single word, while Miran Arshaan restrained Jasrah.
Iffah, still choking from strangulation, could not stand without help. They had to pry her hands away from Tajwar Eshaan’s body, which she clung to while weeping bitterly. She was carried back to her quarters, now placed under tight security. Doctors, along with two specialists, examined Tajwar Eshaan and discovered snake venom and poison in his system. They succeeded in neutralizing the venom but confirmed that the poison had already begun damaging his body. If urgent steps were not taken, he could lose his life—though ultimately it was in ALLAH’s hands.
Malikat Bushirat, completely distraught, believed the doctors were only hiding the truth—that he was already dead. No one who saw his condition could believe he would survive. Yet Malikat Haseena, though old and frail, showed courage and determination to continue trying.
With Daneen Ammarah’s help, Iffah—crying hysterically as if insane—was taken to her quarters. Once inside, Iffah clutched her shoulders in desperation, shaking her and crying:
“My daughter, tell me it’s not true, don’t let my heart stop! For ALLAH’s sake, tell us the truth, what happened to him? What happened?”
But Iffah gave no defense. Instead, her body shook violently as tears streamed down her cheeks, and suddenly she collapsed to the ground.
★
Iffah awoke in fright from the forced sleep the doctor had given her. After water had been poured on her, she had revived but continued crying and rambling incoherently like someone insane. Fearing for her brain, the doctor had injected her with a sedative. When she woke, Daneen Ammarah immediately held her, her voice choked with tears:
“My daughter, calm yourself...”
“Mamy, my heart will never calm down! For ALLAH’s sake, what condition is he in? Has he died? Take me to see him again—don’t tell me no, I beg you, Mamy!”
Her desperate questions made it clear she was still in shock, her face soaked with tears. Daneen Ammarah hugged her tightly, also weeping.
Suddenly, Jasrah barged in furiously, forcing her way past the guards at the door. Daneen Ammarah stopped her sharply:
“Jasrah! Control yourself! If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you—she is the Zawjata-almilk, not a mere servant of the empire, and this is not a chamber you can enter freely. Even her private quarters are forbidden!”
But Jasrah, enraged, snapped back:
“And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you, Daneen Ammarah. This woman who you call Zawjata-almilk is now nothing but a terrorist, a murderer—the very killer of Shahan-shan himself!”
“Are you certain she did it?” Daneen retorted angrily.
“Why ask that when our own ears heard it, and our eyes saw it?” Jasrah shouted back.
A heated quarrel broke out between them, both insisting on their own truth about Iffah. This was unprecedented, for respect usually existed between them, especially since Daneen was older. Their fury only worsened Iffah’s confusion—her mind now completely detached, her body swaying as though she might collapse again, until she managed to lean against the wall.
★
Meanwhile, in the Roman empire, protests erupted over the news. The nation was divided: some believed the story and grieved, others dismissed it as deception—thinking Tajwar Eshaan only wanted to avoid resigning. Many were simply confused. The whole country was filled with arguments, the media and social platforms buzzing.
Although doctors refused interviews, a short leaked video spread, showing Shahan-shan gravely ill, barely alive. The video went viral instantly, shaking the nation. Though the journalist who leaked it erred, the clip turned public opinion: Tajwar Eshaan, once branded a tyrant refusing to step down, was now seen as a tragic figure. Speculation grew—what if the people were being kept from the truth?
Journalists, analysts, and citizens flooded the airwaves and streets with commentary. Some began to pray sincerely for his recovery.
The situation spiraled out of control. Miran Jasim and his allies, seizing the chaos, moved Iffah into the royal prison, insisting she had no escape. They positioned Miran Jasim as heir to Tajwar Eshaan’s throne until ALLAH decided his fate.
The empire was ablaze with debate: some sided with Iffah, others cursed her, still others defended Malikat Haseena. Voices clashed everywhere, the unrest spreading even abroad as foreign media began reporting rumors.
★
By morning, the empire was filled with rulers from all provinces, for the news had spread everywhere. Tajwar Eshaan’s trusted physician finally addressed the press at Malikat Haseena’s command, reassuring the people: Tajwar Eshaan was alive, the snake venom neutralized, though the poison remained in his system. He would need days of treatment, but he had a chance.
This calmed the nation somewhat. Prayers for his recovery flooded in, reversing the protests.
But for others, this was a crisis. Miran Jasim and Miran Arshaan, who had tried to suppress the truth, panicked. Malikat Haseena had outmaneuvered them by revealing everything.
“Then we must act quickly, change our plans,” Miran Jasim said, pacing in agitation.
Miran Arshaan agreed: “But first, we must eliminate that girl. Leaving her alive is like sparing a snake’s head after cutting its body. Barbushi already told us what was done to her won’t last long—her mind will soon clear. And now, at most, we have eight hours since everything began. That old woman is only trying to restore her grandson’s honor through this sickness...”