Ali's pov
The road wound up the mountain, the slope steadily becoming more level as we came closer to the residential part of the Valley. There is no real residential colony among the mountains, since the land is cheap and it's easier to buy a plot here, than the inner part of the capital.
We pulled over at a pit stop, and got out to stretch our limbs. Me, Jala and Salman were riding in a open hatchback so we had enough room to stand up and move around and groove to the music much better than the bullet proof jeep that was first offered to us.
"Its only half an hour ride up from here," Jala tells Salman, taking a sip from her water bottle. "You only stopped for eating." She points an accusatory finger towards him.
"Yeah, no shit. If you worked out as much as me, you would be hungry, too." He saunters after, flexing his bicep.
"Says the guy who sits behind a computer screen, everyday for eighteen hours," She flips her hair and takes a seat on the bonnet of the car.