The Burq Al Nar

HAZEL -

"Hazel madam." Khalil's muffled words emanate through the door of the guest room. I was initially unaware he's been knocking at the door softly for 5 minutes. Until he finally decided to address me by his voice.

I shift away from the window by which I was gazing out absentmindedly. Taking tentative steps, I halt at the door.

"Yes, Khalil?" I ask in words barely audible, a ghost of a whisper. But he manages to hear me.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but Anwar sahib wishes to see you in his private study room right now." With that swift reply, I hear his feet scuttling away into the corridor. I have a dismal sigh as I sluggishly grasp the doorknob and drag myself out into the drafty corridor. Peering both left and right cautiously for Imran or Mrs.Mirza to pop up from around any corner or behind a door.

I have been taking careful measures in order to avoid their adverse countenances. They don't appear to be home right now.

Mildly content with their absence, I trudge forward in the di