Later, Bua whispers: “The last begum also asked too many questions. She’s in the garden now. Under the roses.”

Haya’s breath hitched. The accusation hung in the air. She waited for him to deny it. She waited for him to get angry.

(Exterior. Mansion Gates. Late Night.)

It’s . Younger, but with the same chilling calm. He wipes the knife on his sleeve and looks directly at her hiding spot. Zara runs.

"You can stop pretending, Haya," Zarrar said, his voice echoing in the large room.