Emily walked into the campus looking for her brother.
She took her phone and dialled Emil’s number. He picked upon the third ring.
“Yes, Em. I will be out in five minutes. Emma looked so depressed. Let me go and talk to her once” Emil said anxiously.
“What happened to her? I will also come.” Emily said, equally anxious.
“Okay then. Come to the same cafeteria.” Emil said and hung up the call.
Emily hurried toward the cafeteria and just when she was about to enter, she collided with someone. Before she could touch the ground, an arm snaked around her waist and pulled her close.
She opened her eyes and saw that she was in the arms of none other than her arch nemesis, Zahir Ahmed al Zidra.
“Aww. Wanted to be in my arms? How sweet?” Zahir asked, with a playful smirk on his face.
“Dream on bad boy,” Emily said, with a scoff.
“Ah! Why would I waste my dreams on you, sweetheart, when there are so many gorgeous ladies flocking around me?” Zahir asked arrogantly.
