"She lives in my house."

"This is my son's house," Ammi Jaan spoke, her voice so dripping with venom that Daneen had to glance up at Tabish in shock. His features were expressionless.

Daneen had never realized Ammi Jaan, a woman with a heart as free and soft as a calm ocean, could speak in such a way.

"The same son whose arm you held as you walked him to his grave," Ammi Jaan continued.

Daneen held her breath. "I was never happy with him. How could you possibly expect me to stay with him?"

"So was that what it was for you? Your happiness or Tabish and Abnosh?"

"Don't bring my children into this."

"Daneen has been a better friend to Abnosh than you've ever been. I am amazed at how you call yourself her mother."

"I have rights."

"So did Abnosh and Tabish." Daneen creased her brows at this statement. "The right to not have their father replaced by another man."

Daneen stepped back as surprise coursed through her, her eyes travelling to Tabish, the man she was now seeing in a new light she had previously been never exposed to.

There was Tabish, his eyes wide with emotions swimming in them, no longer the man who played with charms over her heart. He was just a child without a childhood.

Daneen looked away as the fast-paced beating of her heart changed into a painful throb.

"You should bow down in prostration before Allah who moved my heart enough to let you still live here after everything you've done. You've lost the right to question who stays in this house and who doesn't."

"Do what you want with the house." Fareeda snapped. "Kick me out. But if I see you playing matchmaker between Tabish and that servant girl, all hell will come loose."