My Zubeida

Musab's steps approached her room while he was walking towards his own room, so she retreated feeling scared. She stumbled over her bed and let out an involuntary cry of pain that Musab heard, so he opened the door while she was getting up. He looked at her with alarm, then said with cunning and sarcasm, enjoying seeing the worry and panic in her eyes: I do not break my promise. Our meeting is tomorrow night, but I heard your cry, so I came to see what is wrong with you.