His Niqabi

Chap 4. Whipped cream and fidget spinners

Qibriyah's POV

I blinked my eyes open and a weird smell hit my nostrils. It was the smell you get from old, crappy, dusty things.
I grimaced and looked at my surroundings covered in darkness.

I could make out some huge boxes and furniture. I was in some kind of storeroom or warehouse.

After some minutes the door, which was on the right, creaked open and I saw a silhouette of a man. The corridor behind him was dimly lit.

He closed the door and I freaked out. Why was I kidnapped?

"Who are you?"I croaked out.

He switched the light on and I shut my eyes by the effect.

I slowly opened my eyes adjusting them to the bright light and let out a gasp upon seeing the person in front of me.

"You?!"I asked, shock and fury evident in my tone.

Chris sighed. Yes, it was him.

He pointed a finger at me "Listen Maafroza, you are going to stay here until I tell you otherwise. Don't you dare make a single noise or try to escape. Got it?" He glared at me.

I let out a breath. Wait, did he call me Maafroza? Does it mean my best friend was meant to be in my place?

Somewhere in my heart I was relieved that she was safe but I needed to know who is behind all this.

" Chris,-" I began but he cut me off.

"I'm not Chris." he gritted.

"I dont care who you are! Just tell me why am I he-"

"Shh..Keep you voice low!" He whisper yelled at my outburst.

I smirked. "HELP! SOMEONE, THERE'S A JINN IN HERE!" I yelled loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

I looked at him to find him glaring at me but i noticed a hint of nervousness. Why would he be nervous?

"ARMAAN I SWEAR IF YOU BRING KAREEM AND AISHA ANOTHER FIDGET SPINNER I WILL WHAT are you doing here anyway? " The door flew open and a boy, few years younger than me came in shouting. Then he noticed me.

"Oh, am I missing something? And why is she tied up?!" He shrieked like a girl.

"I saw him bring her to this stinky room. Just hope it isn't another kidnap" a girl about the boy's age appeared into view beside him.

"What do you mean another?" The boy frowned.

I looked at Chris-or Armaan as the boy called- and he was staring at the two of them.

"I've seen him bring a couple of men in this room but this is the first time it's a girl and she's Muslim. Wow!" she grinned at me.

By their looks and the way she said
'muslim' it was clear they all were muslims as well. But even Chris? Or Armaan? Whatever.

"You kidnap people? " The boy asked. He was a tall guy with fair skin and freckles. He looked like like a typical teenager but sure had good features.