ILYAS
I stirred in my sleep.
A loud scream pierced through the silent apartment like a bullet. I jogged out of the slumber, senses on high alert. Adrenaline causes my heart to go wild and probably it is what has me running outside when I woke up just less than a second ago.
The first thing I notice are three words written in serial killer letters on the lounge wall.
HE IS MINE.
And then I see her—Neha—with a hand pressed against her mouth and eyes pooling with water. I can see her shaking figure as she stares at the wall with wide, scared eyes.
Damn it!
I sprint towards her. She begins to loose her balance but I secure her in my arms, preventing her from falling to the ground.
“Hey, hey calm down. I’m here, right here,” I try to sooth her with my words. “Look at me.” She snappe
