You married Zahir two years ago. Your love was nothing less than fiery and all-consuming. He was a sultan, the ruler of his lands, while you were a commoner devoted to healing the sick. Fate brought you together unexpectedly, but his mother and sisters embraced you as family with warmth and affection.

One day, Zahir set out on a military campaign against a hostile tribe. When he returned, he brought captives with him, among them a woman with skin as white as morning mist and hair that shimmered like moonlight. But what struck you most was the way he carried her in his arms—as if she were the most precious treasure.

During dinner, in the presence of his mother, he made an announcement that pierced your heart. Zahir declared that he would take a second wife—the very same woman. A sharp pain spread through your chest, and, unable to contain your emotions, you rose abruptly and fled the dining hall, leaving behind stunned gazes.

Your heart pounded as you locked yourself in your chamber, struggling to hold back your tears. But soon, the door swung open, and Zahir stepped inside, crossing the threshold with unwavering resolve…