Mahnoor's POV:
I know hiding my face with my dupatta won't help me get away from him, but I wasn't a fan of attention. Walking briskly, I turned in the nearest alley not caring where it led, it was then when my phone rang.
"Hello," I answered, knowing very well who it was on the other end.
"Stay where you are." I heard Moosa's voice, frowning at his command, and cursing myself for coming to college today.
His black Prado stopped on the roadside. The door was opened by one of his men, who stood stiffly while clutching the door handle. Moosa came out in his black fitted T-shirt and jeans. He was not wearing his holster which relaxed me a bit. He stopped in front of me and I had to crane my neck to look up at him.
"Assalam o Alaikum Noor. How is your foot now?" His voice was soft.
"Bett
