“His Highness!” Suri saluted as soon as we stepped into the dining area which was located towards the backside of the Erga. “Look who I have brought here!” He boasted rather sarcastically. Thereafter, the nasty moron stepped away, shielding me away from the protecting veil, I was intentionally concealed behind.
“The one and only, Ms. Yoda Raj Purohit. Your special friend.” The sheikh winked at his friend who shifted his glance on his plate instead. Seconds later, sixteen pairs of ears shifted on me.
The formal chatters of a while ago had died down. A huge question mark hung in the air as each of them peered at me with different emotions. Most of their faces were blank. Of those who weren’t blank, were hypocritical. Meanwhile, sounds of cutleries, spoons, and careful steps hummed in
