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Time passed with those wings attached to it, Dilrubah tried to settle back into the normal life she previously had but everything was changed. The people, her brother and most of all her own self. She was not the Dilrubah who laughed all the time, not the Dilrubah whose kitchen was among her prized possessions. She was not a child anymore. She'd been a woman when he'd made her his, now at every turn her skin reminisced his touch, her eyes saw nothing beyond the curtain of his face and her ears mourned the loss of their favourite music--his voice.

No, no, no.

Her heart...