Chapter50

#Chapter50

Mahnoor's POV:

I knew hiding my face with my dupatta wouldn’t save me what was about to come but this was the only solution I came up with. Not wanting to get unwanted attention I walked briskly and turned in the nearest alley not caring where it led, it was then when my phone rang. For a moment I stared at the unknown number on the screen has a very good idea of who could be on the other end and received the call.

/"Hello?/"

/"Stay where you are./" Came, the voice I didn’t want to hear, he ordered me and hung up.

Frowning at his command and cursing myself for coming to college today, I stopped. Running wasn’t an option for me. Sensing a car near me I turned around and watch Moosa coming out of his Prado followed by his armed guard. He was wearing a black fitted T-shirt and jeans and I relaxed a bit in the absence of his holster, still, I took several steps back involuntarily when he strode towards me.