Shehryaar tried to remain silent as he watched.
She just sat there with the Qur'an in her hands, her eyes wandering off into space. She had read something and immediately, she was off into her own world.
His breath remain caught in his throat. He studied her for a long time, trying to decipher what she was thinking about because a look of pure daze and stupor resided on her delicate features.
And that's when he saw it: that glimmer in her eyes: the glimmer of life and hope that caused the fire in her eyes to turn into blazing flames. With each passing second, her eyes became hard and determined. Though they kept staring into space, he could tell that she was on the verge of collecting herself.
That complete vulnerable and hopeless shadow was gone, causing the hazel in her eyes to melt into bright golden honey.