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Dr. Muslim leaned casually against his sleek, black car, his posture exuding an air of confidence. He took out his phone from his breast pocket and dialed Ramlah's number.

She picked up almost immediately.

"I'm already in front of the address you gave me," he informed.

"Alright," Ramlah replied. "I'll be out in a few minutes." She ended the call immediately, and a minute later, she emerged from the gate, her black abaya matching with his car. A shy smile tugged at her lips as their eyes met. She quickened her pace, her heart beating faster in her chest.

"Assalam 'alaykum," She greeted him softly, her gaze lowered.

"Wa' alaykum salam," he replied, his voice gentle. "I have been waiting for quite a while. I hope you have good news for me."

A blush crept up Ramlah's face as she continued to avoid his gaze. "That's not true. I came here as soon as I got your call."

He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't mind me, I was only trying to ease the ten