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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 let him touch her, or hurt her. So he stepped forward thinking that his presence would have been a surprise but apparently it wasn't. Two of the men pointed their guns at him as soon as he was in front of them— his own gun pointed to their heads.

The man— with a tasbih in his hand and a beard that portrayed there was none other Muslim better than him gazed at Salah. Salah's eyes flickered to him and then Soniya who softly moaned in pain, her head turned downwards. He swallowed the bile in his throat and glared at the man. 

"What do you want?" He asked. As far as Salah knew he didn't know who this man was. He had never seen him before and what could a person want from Soniya to hold her at gunpoint. The stranger bared his teeth in to a dazzling smile, his handsome features crinkling as he did so and then a chuckle left his mouth.

"Salah Loretti..." He breathed out, smirking afterwards as he murmured something on the beads of the Tasbih. Salah gulped and glared at him, his gun following his sight and now it rested barely two inches away from the man's face.

"Who are you? I am afraid we haven't made acquaintances yet." Salah raised an eyebrow, momentarily looking at Soniya who was still held by his men looking at him curiously. The man blew out a breath, kissed the tasbih and then handed it over to one of his men.

"Afraid... you should be." He nodded, folding his arms behind his back. He seemed to be in his late forties but still well built for his age.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Salah growled, running out of patience and there were strange tugs of fear within his chest as he gazed at Soniya time to time.

"Astaghfirullah!" The man tsked. He stepped forward, unafraid of the gun pointed at his head and touched Soniya's shoulder.

"Stop!" Salah growled, stepping forward and completely ignored the clicks of guns that were pointed at his own head. Soniya whimpered and the stranger smiled, amused in his own sick way. "What do you want from her?" He asked.

"Her. Just her." He smiled as if closing a deal of oil not of a human being. Salah let out an animalistic sound and lunged for him. He wrapped his hands around his throat and pressed the gun against his temple.

"What do—" Soniya screamed, falling down at his feet when the back of her neck was hit. Salah's heart leapt in his throat as he saw blood oozing out of her head and knelt down. He grabbed her arm and pulled her closer— at least she was with him. She let out a whine and her head rolled to side as Salah gripped her upper arm and hoisted her to him. Her body slumped against his as he stood and the gun fell from his hand. His left arm wrapped around her waist and he was pretty sure she was on the edge of unconsciousness.