ESCAPE

As soon as Sheharzaad hung up the call, she turned towards Amna with a paled face. "Amna, we need to be quick. We don't have time in our hands now. We have to run," she said and began to collect things, stuffing them in a bag. "What happened?" Amna asked with confusion dancing on her face. "He knows everything. I swear, I swear he knows everything," Amna's face paled too. "What? How do you know? Did he tell you anything?" "My sixth sense says so, he knows everything. He was talking as if he knew everything," "Maybe you are being paranoid," "First thing he asked me was I planning to run away. Amna, I know him, he first drops hints. He first warns before pouncing. He knows," "Sheharzaad, relax. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe you're thinking negatively," Amna tried to sound convincing but her voice even to her own self wasn't sounding convincing. "I don't know, Amna. Let's pack essentials and get away. I know him," "You know, his men are stationed outside. How would we outrun them?" "Either way