Mahnoor's POV:
Combing my hair after a shower, my eyes stopped on the red mark on my neck and I unconsciously trace my fingers on it as yesterday nights event flashed into my head again. There was hardly a moment when I could forget about this mark or the person who gave me the mark. And the most bothersome thing was Moosa's gaze. The way he kept looking at me before leaving for work, with a smirk on his face, while I was struggling with my dupatta to hide the mark.
I quickly shook my head to get rid of the thoughts and turned on the TV. Thanks to Allah, I was able to divert my mind by the movie Ice Age, but it couldn't hold my attention for longer because soon it diverted back to the person who entered the room. I sensed him, throwing his stuff onto the bed as usual, while gazing at my
