AMAL
Our apartment is simply too beautiful to be put into words. The building is situated in King’s Cross and right outside our apartment—it’s more like a villa, really—is a bus stop from where we’re going to take buses to go around central London every day. Or at least that’s what I think Aahil told me. There’s also an Underground Station at a five-minute walk and I’m still a little confused why it’s there even though Aahil explained it ten times already.
We’re both dead tired after the five-hour-long flight and unpacking our luggage and stuffing our things into the cupboards. Yet neither of us has said a word about sleeping.
God.
There’s only one double bed in our large room. The room is extraordinary with lush furnishing and tapered gold walls. I just wish there were two beds inste
