The dark room illuminated when the man entered. Greenish aura coming out behind his head. My feet started moving backwards as the man approached. The face was still hazy. He came closer. His heels knocked on the floor. And then. He took out a gun. He grinned. The scar near the lip widened, I could finally see the face, 'Danish Ahmed.' I woke up in a cold sweat. My heart quickened. I gasped for air. I was holding someone around the trunk. My head could hear the heartbeat. Tightly grasped his sweatshirt. I looked up. Ansh was holding his phone in one hand and the other on my head, lightly brushing my hair. I let go of my hold from the sweatshirt, it spiked. I sat on the bed, looking around. It was not my room. It was not the hotel room. I marveled at Ansh.
"Relax..." He grunted getting up,
