Neha
I woke up to the faint clattering of plates and a mumble of voices coming from outside. My back ached when I tried to get up—thanks to the sofa, I guess.
I wondered who would be there with Ilyas, since if it would be Danial or some male, I would have to cover my head before heading out. The floor was chilly under my warm feet, the sensation kind of welcoming.
Turning the knob, I barely opened the door to an inch, peeked one eye outside to check who was there. Even that one inch of a space was enough to awaken my hunger as delicious aroma invaded my nose.
Then I heard Ilyas’s Mom. Without caring for anything, I all but ran into her arms, since when she saw me reaching her, her arms spread wide, along with the smile on her face.
“Selam, Mum,” I grinned over her shoulder at Ilyas w
