As the final whispers of magic fade and the fairy house crumbles into dust, a bittersweet symphony of memories lingers in the air, a testament to a bygone era of wonders and enchantment. The once-vibrant abode, now a relic of forgotten dreams, stands as a poignant reminder of the fleeting nature of beauty and the inevitability of change.
Meanwhile, in the depths of her despair, the jealousy that once consumed Mirza Ali's second wife now festers and grows, a gnawing emptiness gnawing at her soul. Bereft of a home to call her own, she is haunted by the echoes of her own desires, tormented by the shadows of unfulfilled aspirations that dance on the fringes of her consciousness.
As she gazes upon the ruins of the fairy house, a twisted knot of envy tightens in her chest, a bitter reminder of the price she paid for her insatiable greed. In the silence of her solitude, she grapples with the weight of her choices, a prisoner of her own making, bound by the chains of jealousy that now define her existence.
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