𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬

Chapter 61

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“For all his power and wrath, his heart knelt only for her.”

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The mansion was eerily silent after the brutal revelation. Servants whispered among themselves in corners, their eyes wide and fearful, but no one dared to raise their voice. Every step and every glance carried caution; everyone knew better than to draw attention, for even the smallest misstep could cost them dearly. The tension was thick enough to cut through with a knife.

In a quieter wing of the mansion, Aamirah finally came across her son. Mohammed was sitting cross-legged on the rug, stacking blocks with Aleena kneeling beside him, guiding his little hands patiently. The sight of him made Aamirah’s chest tighten, and tears pricked her eyes.

“Oh, my baby…” she whispered, rushing forward. She bent down, and her voice broke as she scooped him up into her arms. "I missed you so much…”

The baby giggled and clutched her neck, his tiny arms wrapping around her tightly.
After a moment aamirah looked at the young girl standing beside her, the girl whom she considered her friend but seems like she didn't.

Aleena froze for a moment at aamirah's words, her eyes widening. “Aleena… I… I didn’t know you were married to Ashkan, Congratulations” she said softly, trying to mask her shock. She glanced at Mohammed, then at the woman holding him, realizing the depth of their bond but here Aamirah is struggling to understand how the sweet, delicate girl like Aleena could be connected to the man like Ashkan.

“I… I didn’t think it mattered right now,” Aleena replied, brushing the hairs from her cheeks. “There are bigger things to worry about.” She looked down at her carpet, breathing in his familiar scent has made her immune to some feelings, grounding herself from all the things that has happened.

But as they about to continue aamirah rushed to bathroom to vomit, she has noticed that since the day aamirah came back she is sick. Her concern grew for her friend. “You’ve been sick, You should have some herbal tea. It’ll help warm you up and ease your throat.” She signaled the maid to bring the tray, who quickly obeyed. Thinking maybe she had caught flu.

Aamirah cradled the baby in her arms, her eyes glistening with emotion. “I just… I needed to see him. After three long weeks… I was terrified something would happen.” trying to hold back her tears.

Aleena kneeled closer, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’ve been through more than anyone should have to endure. You’re allowed to cry. You’re allowed to feel scared. And now… he’s safe. That’s what matters the most.”

They sipped the warm herbal tea, the aroma soothing Aamirah’s throat and calming her frayed nerves. They talked quietly about the baby, Aleena’s daily routines, and other trivial matters, careful not to bring up the horrors that had just unfolded in the mansion. Neither dared to speak of Osman’s grandfather’s brutal commands, Keyvan’s fate, or Rania’s betrayal. The air was heavy with unspoken tension, yet the tea, the warmth, and the sight of her child gave Aamirah a small reprieve from the storm outside.

After a few moments, Aamirah looked at Aleena, her voice soft but full of gratitude. “Thank you… for taking care of him. For everything.”

Aleena smiled gently, her hand brushing Aamirah’s. “Theres no need for such formality. Everyone loves him and you and most importantly you both are safe. That’s all that matters. You’ve been through so much.”

A brief silence followed, comfortable yet heavy, as the two women watched Mohammed play. Aamirah felt a flicker of peace for the first time in weeks, the weight of fear and uncertainty momentarily lifted. Outside the walls of this room, the mansion remained tense and wary, but inside, mother and child could just exist—if only for a few precious moments.