The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the bed where Zaid and Inaya lay entwined. The air was thick with the remnants of their night's passion, and the room smelled faintly of lavender from the candles they had burned. Inaya's phone rang, breaking the peaceful silence, and she fluttered her eyes open, groggy and disoriented. She tried to ignore it, hoping sleep would reclaim her, but the persistent ringing forced her to act.

“Zaid, wake up! Answer the call,” she mumbled, her voice still heavy with sleep. She gave Zaid a gentle nudge with her foot, but he only groaned and rolled over. Frustrated, she reached for the phone on the nightstand, her fingers fumbling slightly as she answered without checking the caller ID.