Iblis stared intently at his wife, contemplating over the ways to demand answers to all the suspicious that had been introduced to him by one of his most trustworthy men towards his wife.
‘Was she really what he had been told she is? A spy?’ He couldn’t believe his fortune out of all the people in the universe. All his life, he had waited for the woman that Allah had chosen for him which came out to be a foreigner who hadn’t had the slightest idea of their culture, traditions and beliefs. Yodhya didn’t meet the outline of the image he had had for his wife.
The woman who would belong to him was meant to be obedient not a rebel. She had to have a softer side, gentle and delicate like a flower and not a warrior who would be capable of shaking his world and dynasty. He wanted his woman to r
