Ayat's phone had been ringing persistently for a while, but Hanan, lounging on the couch, showed no inclination to pick it up. He was mindlessly using his phone, pausing now and then to call out to Ayat to hurry up. It was a rare free evening for both of them, and Hanan had planned a dinner outing. He was dressed and ready, but as usual, Ayat was still in the final stages of getting ready.

"Hanan, phone sunayi nahi de raha kya apko?" Ayat entered the room, securing one of her earrings. Her tone carried a mix of annoyance and disbelief as she glanced at him.