[Both of them didn't speak for a minute and were trying to adapt the situation]

Rosemary : wait this doesn't make any sense you have same emerald green eyes your features are just like me and for your hair color... what is that cloth on your head

Zunisha: what cloth? , uh you mean my hijaab

Rosemary: what did you say haijwaab...

Zunisha: no you heard me wrong it's "Hijaab" not haijwaab.

Rosemary: "hijaab" ( she said it clear this time), what does that mean?

Zunisha: in my religion hijaab is meant by covering the whole body by loose clothes so that one's body shape is not visible.

Rosemary: but why? .... wait we are going off the topic what is your hair color?

Zunisha: it's brown.

Rosemary: even that is same!

Zunisha: by any chance are we twin sisters? But I was told that my twin died with our mother at birth... and my father he died with my grandmother 4 months ago, so I live alone.

Rosemary: oh I'm very sorry to hear that.

Zunisha: no it's ok, what about your parents?

Rosemary: I am a legally adopted daughter of the Grand Duke.

Zunisha: what! ( She stood up stunned and yelled )You are the daughter of the Grand Duke!

Rosemary: I was told that I was an orphan and was taken in when I was 2 month old,(she takes out something from the cloak she was wearing) this locket here is the only keepsake I have of my real parents.

[she shows it to Zunisha , it was a small sized leaf shaped locket which was gold colored outside in which there was written something in Arabic but it wasn't readable as it was incomplete]

Zunisha: ( sense of realisation washes over her and her expression confused )This...this I have seen it somewhere wait let me check!

[She starts to search it in her room,after a while she stops and screams in excitement]

Zunisha: Here I found it!!

[She brings the locket to show it to rosemary]

Rosemary: let's see if they join...

[Rosemary tries to join it]

Rosemary: oh! It is joining see! ( She frowns a little) But I can't read Arabic, can you read it

Zunisha: yes let me see, there are four names written,

زعرقش عائشة                                       

 زونيشا الرقية

Zaarqash Aisha

Ruquaya Zunisha

Rosemary: do you know whose names are these?

Zunisha: yes...(zunisha's eyes darkened and her expression numb) off course I know these names l how can I not recognise these names...

Rosemary: who are they?

Zunisha: my late parents [a tear falls down through her natural cheek ]

Rosemary: oh... (her eyes reflecting the feeling of pain upon hearing about her parents ) but what about the other name?

Zunisha: Aisha is my mother's name, Zarqash is my father's name, Zunisha is my name and Ruquaya is my twin sisters name which died with my mother, my grandmother once told me that my parent decided our names before we were born if they had sons they would name them Ismail and Zaid and if they had daughters they would name them Zunisha an Ruquaya.

Rosemary: then that mean that we are...