Zaya, standing in front of the waiting room, could hear muffled words followed by burst of laughters. She could hear the voices of women and she could easily recognize one of the voices in particular, Zafar's.
Taking a deep breath, Zaya braced herself and opened the door. She walked into the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Sera followed close behind her. The laughter died down as the room went silent, all eyes turning towards them.
As Zaya entered the room, the women's eyes turned to her. Their faces were cold and uninviting, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She scanned the room, searching for the person she was looking for. And there he was, sitting at the middle of it all, his eyes boring into hers. Zafar.
Zaya laughed awkwardly as she approached him.
