NEHA
I don’t know where I am. This is definitely not Baba’s other property. It seems more like an abandoned building where criminals kill the innocents. And the stench. . .it was just horrible. I wasn’t even here for a total of ten minutes and already was gagging.
“I know. The smell sucks here,” the new guy—Mustafa scrunched his nose in disgust. “I can get your room cleaned for you.” I halted in my steps. So did he. His eyes lowered to the ground. “Miss Neha,” he added, like he wanted to keep this totally business.
The corridor was dark. The only light was coming from his phone’s flash, and even if the sun was out, it would have been of no use since there were no windows. If Mustafa wanted, he could take advantage from me. But he hadn’t and I was constantly praying he wouldn’t.
God, I
