Chapter 97 - You Kidnapped Me (1/2)

|Innaya|

”Either you get on your feet and come here obediently or I'll have to do something which you won't like.”

This sentence from the guy whose identity was still not known to me, had me rethink my decision of not listening to him. I could be stubborn and stay put, and he might end up doing something dangerous like how he treated his man. Or, I could follow his instructions and try to get out of the predicament, unharmed.

I chose to do a later one. I was never afraid of physical pain. If I could survive the pain in my childhood, I could certainly handle one after growing up. I decided to comply with him because what he might do terrified me. He had gotten too close to my liking when he removed that rope. That closeness of his- disgusted me.

Only Eshan could be that close to me physically. Only Eshan had a right to touch me. I did not know what I would do if someone were to lay his hand on me in that way.

I got up silently and tentatively approached the man whose back faced me as he busily arranged the cutlery.

He turned abruptly, scaring me. I stopped in my track, searching for ways to run out of his reach.

He smiled.”Good. Come, come here, and have a seat. Look, I have prepared everything according to your taste.”

I stumbled, watching the man who seemed insane with every passing second. What kind of madness was this?

”Who are you?” I asked, backing away a couple of steps from him.

I watched hurt flashing on his face.

Why?

The only way out of the room was the door behind the man. I could try and make a run for it, but I wondered how many people were out there. The man's physics was not that bad and from the way he had kicked the masked man, he seemed to be familiar with fighting techniques. It would be hard to handle him, but I would not go down without a fight.

”Who are you?” I asked again, stalling the time to formulate a plan for getting out of the place, unharmed.

I found a mobile phone on the table. If I could drive away from the man from the room, I could have time to call Eshan. He might track down my location.

”Look, I don't know why you are doing this? Do you want money? Tell me, how much? I'll directly transfer it to your account now.”

The bank transaction could also help Eshan. Because the transaction message would be delivered to my number and I hoped that Eshan had picked my mobile from where it got dropped in front of the mall.

”Haha...” The laughter tinged with sadness echoed in the room.

Alarmed, I stared at the man whose eyes were looking at me in ridicule. ”Money? I don't need your money.”.

My heart dropped. One possibility of sending the hint to Eshan was cut down.

”How could you not remember me Innu?”

I suddenly felt like several ants were crawling on my body when he called me Innu. The intimacy he tried to portray after stepping in the room had me panicking. I did not remember the man. I could swear I had not seen him, ever.

”Stop... Stop calling me that. It's Mrs. Singhaniya,” I warned him.

My insides were churning with nausea and the panic was again setting in my heart as I watched his face turning red with the anger.

He strode toward me. I backed, almost breaking into the run. I needed to get away from him. I picked that chair and hurled at him.

He could have avoided it, but he just bore the impact. With a thud, the wooden chair fell to his feet after hitting him head-on. His forehead bleed after being hit by the sharp edge of the chair, yet he continued his advances without faltering.