Salam dialed Zara's number as soon as he got into his room. So much as happened within this few hours and he was unable to communicate. If when she called, it's was aunt Kamala who spoke.
He kept his phone on the bed and pulled off his shirt. It's was ringing. Zara came from the other end greeting "Salaam, Sa-salim."
"Salaam, Zara" He replied with a smile appearing on his face. Her voice was soft, hesitant. "How are you doing?"
"Fine. I'm fine" She answered with . "I was worried after you guys left. How is Priyanka? Did you guys settled? Is your grandmother still angry?"
"No, Zara. Everything went well today. You friend is fine."
"Thank God, I will inform aunt Kamala" she about to hang when he stopped her.
"Wait, Zara" He said. "I wondering- Well, I want to go out tomorrow. There is this restaurant in town. Can we go there and have lunch?"
"Okay, what time?"
Her boldness surprised him.
"Two o'clock? If that's convenient..."
