Tomorrow her new life would begin. She listened to the rain falling outside her window and it reminded her of the monsoon in Sherwan. Anjuli had just fallen asleep when Jahani heard footsteps outside her door. They sounded heavier than a woman’s and she stiffened. What man would dare come to her room, especially the night before the wedding? Surely not Muzahid, though he was possibly capable of anything. Yazan didn’t growl even though his ears were turned toward the noise. ‘Jahani, are you awake?’ She rushed to the door and found Azhar standing outside. He wore his turban and a travelling cloak. She stared at him in shock. He spoke first. ‘Anjuli said you were worried and that you were going to write me a note. What did you want to tell me?’ Jahani was speechless. Azhar’s presence terrified her. What if a servant saw them and told Muzahid? ‘Please forgive me for visiting, but I couldn’t get near you today.’ He kept his voice low. ‘I had to come to your room.’ ‘You’re not meant to be here.
