Chapter 97 - You Kidnapped Me

|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.

I looked around, trying to find something useful to protect myself. Worst come to worst, I would use my body to protect but I did not want to be close to him in any way.

Before I had a chance to find something or act, he had reached me. With one swift motion, he grabbed onto my arms tightly. My panic level skyrocketed, witnessing the maddening rage on his face.

"How many times should I have to tell? You aren't related to him. You're mine. Damn it. I won't let him snatch you again. I won't let you have him. You have me. Do you understand? You have me," he screamed in my face. I attempted to get out of his iron vice grip to no avail. He only jerked my body when my attempts increased.

It hurt. His fingers digging in my skin through the cloth. Tears gathered in my eyes but I held them back. I would not give him the satisfaction. I would not let him falling weak.

"Leave me. I don't know you. I have Eshan and that's all I need," I replied, stepping hard on his toes with my three-inch heels. The man did not even flinch, be stayed put. Was he made of iron? Did he not feel pain?

"Eshan. Eshan. Eshan," he shouted, his face turning red with the anger. It reminded me so much of my father. It was the same.

Why most of the men in my life had to turn out like my father? I could handle no more. I knew I should overcome the fear, but it was so strongly carved in my mind that despite my attempts, I could not forget it- ever.

"Forget Eshan. Just as you have forgotten me but don't worry, I will remind you of our memories. Innu, you are mine. I won't let him snatch you away from me... Not this time. You are mine. This time I'm here to take back everything that belongs to me," he said, word by word. His words carried a promise, dangerous promise.

I felt my breath quickening up, his face was getting blurred and my arms turned numb after being in his strong, painful hold. His words rang in my ears along with my heartbeat. Black spots started dancing before my eyes.

My control over my senses, slowly loosened from my hold.

'Eshan. Eshan.' I tried recalling Eshan's face. I could not. I could not ward off the wave of dizziness. I fought with the panic attack, but it turned meaningless with every passing second. I lost myself to the darkness before I could move away from him.

***

"Innu, what are you still doing there? Come, come here."

My whole body jolted when I heard the male voice. Glancing around I realized, I was still sitting in that chair- conscious, unharmed.

I checked my arms, but they weren't paining. So, what was that? Was I being too afraid that I ended up imagining the worst possible outcome? It took some time to recover my senses and come in terms with reality.

He did not behave psychotically, yet. That was a great relief. However, that did not mean he would not. I should better follow his words for if he ended up getting mad, I would not know how to handle him when I could not handle myself.

Gingerly, I approached him. He raised his head when he sensed my presence behind him.

"Good. Have a seat. Take a look. Everything is according to your taste. Tell me if you don't like anything and I'll have the kitchen prepare something else," he replied. His free mannerisms and ease of speaking made me frown at the whole situation.

He pulled the chair for me and moved away. Looking at his calm figure freely moving around as if it was normal for him, I sat down. The thoughts roaming in my head made my head ache terribly, so much that I found it unbearable to handle it.

"Why are you being so good to me?" I asked. Why was it heading in the direction of the scene played by my mind?

"Should I be bad to you?" His thin lips stretched into an amused smile. He sat before me as he prepared the plate for me adding a little bit of everything onto it.

I stared down at the plate. I raised my head and properly looked at him. There was not even the slightest trace of the man I had seen before, who kicked and lashed out on his man. The man seating before me seemed like a normal guy. Then why would he kidnap me? Now, he expected me to behave as if nothing had happened?

He must be crazy if he thought it that way.

"You kidnapped me."

He smiled, "Did I?"