Chapter 77 Where We Split

• As Jamal and his entourage marched on to the locations, fear was already radiating on the Sultan's face. Beads of sweat had already adorned his forehead, showing that he was not just afraid internally but also externally. For all that he cared about, the general could have killed Roksolana by now, and yet, they were still walking instead of racing to the location. If he hadn't killed her yet, the man could be molesting her or beating her up to punish her.
• He couldn't understand what exactly was the grudge between the general and his woman. Where it was, it had to be a lot for the general to have kidnapped Roksolana and held her captive. Or maybe Asleem was right in his observations and words and the generous was truly an enemy instead of the best friend Jamal thought that he was. But why would the general be trying to kill him? What could he have done to the general to warranty him trying to get rid of him numerous times?
• And then, that hatred had to transfer over to the woman he loved? To the only woman Jamal had ever been able to love all his life? What does the general expect him to do if anything happened to his Dawn? Jamal was sure that no matter what was expected of him, he would not be able to do it. Except it involved dying so that he could cross over to meet her in Al-Janah. Any other thing apart from that single option, the Sultan was sure that he would fail at it woefully.