After the Isha prayer, everyone gathered for dinner—everyone except the twins, Ayaan and Jahaan.
The rest of the boys were already seated, dressed in their stylish pajamas—handsome, glowing, groomed to perfection. ("Allahumma arzukni," indeed.)
They each pulled out a chair around the long dining table, a massive one with twelve seats.
“Food arrived before the people who are supposed to eat it. Incredible,” Jabeer muttered.
Fawan snorted. “Here they come, the ones who eat and let angels chew for them,” he teased, looking at Junaid with a mischievous smile.
Junaid only hissed. He wasn’t in the mood for noise or drama.
Khaleed rolled his eyes. “Are you two about to disturb everyone again?”
Colonel Yusif added, “Let them start. Junaid never learns until he gets beaten.”
Irfan burst out
