Sona was searching for Shifa and Divit after arriving at the party. Iksan had left her the moment they entered. As she approached the room, a strong smell of cigarettes and hookah filled her nose. Divit’s house wasn’t very big, but it was decent enough to live in. The sitting room, where the party was happening, was almost the same size as Sona’s room, though her room was still quite large. No one would expect anything more from a girl living in a slum area.
The place was so crowded that she had to walk along the wall, brushing up against others. The loud music made the walls and floor vibrate. Some people were dancing, but their faces were hard to distinguish in the dim lighting.
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