Sheharzaad smiled at her. "Nice meeting you, Zahra. I hope everything is fine," she said and

felt her breath hitch. She had been in the same position as hers, so she could understand

that.

On cue, the gray-eyed man appeared and stood next to Zahra—quiet eyes, void face, tall

height, sturdy chest, veiny arms.

His aura reminded her of Shehryaar, and her heart skipped a beat. One glance at Zahra, and

she saw her getting more and more tense as he stood next to her.

"Assalam alaikum," she greeted ...