Chapter 92 - Kidnapped (2) (1/2)

|Innaya|

Have you ever felt the utter hopelessness? After many hardships, your life suddenly takes a turn for better. You have everything that you have ever dreamt of. And, then, someone snatches away everything out of your hand. You don't know why. You don't know-how. All you know is that you are again back to where you were. Alone, empty-handed, and hopeless.

Life is very unpredictable. No one knows what would happen in the future. We plan things, but if life decides to mess up with us, then no power could stop it from acting. Did not I have first-hand experience? The beautiful afternoon, which could have turned into a memorable outing had to be turned into a living nightmare.

My whole body kept shivering as Eshan's eyes that I loved getting lost into were looking at me with utter despair. I hoped he would forgive me for what I have done. I had no choice but to make that impossible decision. It was his life that was at stake.

Did I have any other options?

No.

”Try using your karate skills if you want to see your beloved man getting his brain out of his skull, with that bullet our man would shoot on your single wrong movement.” That man holding me had whispered in my ears, pointing the position of their fourth partner.

I could have done everything to not get away from Eshan, only if he was not at the gunpoint. It was a bitter truth that weapons were fast and blind. I was no trained soldier to fight in such kind of situations. Compared to three professionals and a hidden gunman, my strength lacked by far margin. I was not even close to one-hundred of them. Moreover, a man was aiming, an iron rod on Eshan's head. With two imminent dangers lurking close to him, how could I risk his life? I could not, never- even if that meant losing my life.

Eshan. My heart throbbed thinking about him. How bad he must be feeling. He must be feeling like shit. His wife was kidnapped in front of his own eyes. How sickeningly disgusting feeling that was!

I just hoped Arjun would be able to handle him. I had no idea why I had saved Arjun's number on speed dial and as an emergency contact besides Eshan, but today it came to use. Even in that tense situation, I had managed to call Arjun for backup. I did not know it was a good move or a bad one. Thinking about Eshan's injured figure the decision seemed right.

Tears blinded my vision thinking about his condition. Was he alright? They had hit him forcefully with that iron rod. It must have had hurt very badly. My heart still lurched in my ribcage recalling that scene.

How happy we were just a few hours ago! After long torturous two months, we finally were getting our lives on tracks. Why things had to turn this way? I wanted to cry. Cry for my misfortune. Cry for being in such a state. Tears kept rolling down from my eyes without any signs of stopping.

I hated the darkness. I loathed the darkness for I have had faced very bitter, horrific situations in those dark hours. The fright was installed in the very depths of my bones which despite my many hard efforts had stayed there– unchanged.

I could see nothing but the digital clock which turned seconds into minutes, and minutes into hours. I counted, each second that had passed. I counted each minute that had passed, and I counted each hour that was being stretched. It had been more than nine hours that I was locked in the darkroom.

My hands were tied tightly to the back of the chair. My legs were tied too. After they took me away from the mall, those men had not said anything. They had not even talked with each other.

Other than the man who took me hostage, I was surprised at not finding anyone with me. Back in that van, I had thought of screaming or jumping out of but then I dismissed it as soon as I had thought about it. The glasses were black, hindering the view from both sides, doors were locked from the driver's side, and from what I understood that the van was soundproof.

Villains were not that dumb as people thought. Whosoever was the mastermind behind all of this was very sharp and clever minded. Otherwise, how would the person know about our whereabouts?

That person was aware I was a black belt in karate. That person also knew Eshan would retaliate, and it would be a hard battle if I joined him. Thus very cleverly they attacked my weak spot. And, they dared to do so in the broad daylight, in the crowded area. So, whosoever was behind this had full belief in the success of their plan.

I had no idea who did this or what the person wanted.