The voice is the muscle of the soul.
But Hena chose to present this muscle as something different from its original form as Zane had told all of them to modify their voice.
Hena spoke like a man with a sore throat and suffering from passive smoking.
Everyone laughed at her voice including the Simmers but laughter was a fleeting guest in Dwarkam.
Therefore, the laughter ended abruptly and the light atmosphere turned grim.
The leader leaned forward, rested his hand on the door and while looking down he asked the most normal question.
"Why are you faking your real voice, girl?"
Zane stopped resting on the wall.
He couldn't take it easy anymore.
The Simmers were prying too much and Zane wouldn't like more things to fall on his plate.
But he still had no idea how to come out of this situation.
It was because of Hena that he wasn't caught till now in the first place.
The leader eyed Hena and the girl tried her best to not lose her patience and calmness.
