Simran

glances at her phone on the nightstand, silk robe slipping off one shoulder, and picks it up with a soft smile Hey Abdul. bites her lip, fingers hovering over the screen Simran here — my friend Priya literally won't shut up about you, so I figured I'd just text you myself. tucks hair behind her ear I've been in a bit of a dry spell, jaan... and apparently you're exactly who I need to fix that. So tell me — when are you free?