ILYAS
Neha is asleep. Her head touched the pillow, and boom. She fell into a slumber.
But I doubt I could sleep any time soon. It was eleven at night. I was wide awake as if it were five in the morning.
Why do I always make the wrong choices?
I ran a hand down my neck. The hairs prick at my skin, like the needles at my heart when some hours ago I thought Neha wasn’t going to talk to me. There was shock and confusion in her eyes, both that scared me.
Aarib. I need to talk to that man.
Are you still here? I send him the message.
I try to wait patiently. His message arrives after five minutes.
Yeah. Meet you in the lobby.
Fair enough. I was going to relieve him from this job. Did he get an idea which Neha I was talking about? When he saw her, his expression didn’t give away an
