My Salvation (CURRENTLY EDITING)

Chapter 21

Nawal's POV

"I'll be looking forward to this deal, Mr. Isa."

Is he.....is this the same person that I am thinking about? No, It can't be. I mean, how? Obviously he doesn't know that I'm staying here right? Yeah that's it. This is some other man and not that I am thinking. I'm being paranoid as usual. Yeah....that's all. I hope.

I heard the door open and for some reason my guts said to not stand and hide, as if that person will recognise me. So that's what I did. I ran and went behind a sofa just to clarify my doubts that HE isn't the same man I was thinking and being scared. When I saw that person, all of my fears, nightmares flashed infront of my eyes. The worst fear I was expecting was standing right there. That man who never lets me sleep well every night is standing there, smiling and shaking hands with Aadil as if he is innocent as new born baby. My mind right now is full of - everything. I don't know what to do. Should I call the cops? Or should I run away from Norwich and go to some other country and settle with Aziza? Or..should I confront him and tell him what I always wanted to say and let go of my fears? I'm pretty sure I won't be doing the last thing 'cause I know I can't do without courage and confidence which is locked up somewhere either in my house here or in Saudi.

That man made his way out of this floor and went straight to elevator. I was feeling lightheaded and that's when I realized that I stopped breathing. It was as if he can listen to it and will drag me back to hell. You must be wondering, who is this guy. Well, none other than my father which I am ashamed to even lable him with that.

Yes, Mr. Isa is his real name but he uses this name only in business deals and in his office. My grandfather used to call him with this name. Indeed he is a clever person to do it, isn't he? I don't really know the entire reason but I'm pretty sure half of the reason is because of money. When people sees his name, they think of my grandfather as he was one of the richest oil dealer in Saudi Arabia. His name was also Mr. Isa. So people thinks he is just as wonderful as my late grandpa is. Didn't really spent time with him but when I did, he made sure that I'm enjoying and having fun. Wish he was still alive. Allah knows how he died. Maybe my "father" killed him? Now I won't be getting the answers.

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I have to make sure he doesn't see me or Aziza. And I might have to beg Aadil to not sign a contract with him. I got up from the floor and made my way towards Aadil's cabin but abruptly my mobiles vibration stopped me. Huh, a message? I opened it and I'm pretty sure my eyeballs popped out of my socket.

"It was great to see my Nawal after a long long time. Will have a chat soon. Hope you remembered my old message."

So the message I got long time ago, was his? Oh my god. How the hell he got to know I am staying here? And that too in this building, was he keeping a track on me? Or spy? Shit. This isn't good. Not good at all. I gotta tell Aziza to be safe.

I called Aziza and waited for her to pick the call.

"Nawal sis seriously? Can't I hear my songs and read book peacefully?" Aziza said in irritated way.

"Listen you dumbo, lock every doors and windows okay? Don't let anyone enter our house and also don't pick any call unless it's the number you are familiar with. Please do it fast!" I said in one breathe and I'm hoping she heard it properly.

"Hey? All okay? You are scaring the shit- I mean hell out of me. What's going on?"

"I'll explain later. I can't leave now. Probably will come with your brother. Stay safe Aziza and do what I said IMMEDIATELY!" I said in much higher tone and ended the call. If I leave now, chances are HE will be standing out and the next second I know is that I'm tied up to a chair with ropes and being slowly killed.