He was still looking when one of them struck a struggling Soniya across her face, making her shut up suddenly. With pounding heart, he fished out his gun from his belt and slowly loaded it. He couldn't let Soniya die no matter how much he disliked her. Three of the men that wore black with Arabic shailas over their heads stood behind her whereas one of them held Soniya by her arm and other one had his gun pointed at the driver. Salah didn't understand what they wanted for they definitely didn't look like bandits. He swallowed the cotton in his throat and took a step forward. Salah wasn't too smart in his moves though for a man— dressed in thobe*— stepped out of the car.
He looked powerful as he stepped in front of Soniya— gazing at her as if he had won some sort of price. Salah couldn't l
