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HUNTING OF THE BRUTE
CHAPTER 1: BEING BARBAROUS IS NO HARM
"tik tik" , there was a knock on the door.
The room was all dark and filled with pindrop silence. she felt chills down her spine , being locked inside such a room made her feel like she was in her own grave. The room had a small opening that allowed hardly no amount of light to pass inside.
" can someone hear me? " she screamed, yelled and did everything possible to get a response from the other side of the room, but all that she heard was her own voice echoing . soon after the reflecting echo , she heard few foot steps . she paused for a while and listened to the steps, she ran towards the door and placed her ear on the knob. she heard those steps again, a ray of hope rolled down her cheek as tears . she shouted again " can you hear me ?" and placed her ear on the knob again and waited for a response , but she ended up hearing nothing.
Her hope faded just like the daylight fading into the twilight. As she was about to pull away she heard another sound , she slowly went back and listened to it with utmost concentration. This sounded like chopping something, she identified.
So many wild thoughts flashed inside her mind , her imaginations went wild yet she held herself from those thoughts and sat next to the door , listening every single move on the other side of the door.
On the other side of the door , a tall figure stood under a dim flickering orange light. On listening to the screams ,he turned his head towards room and his lips curved upward, he enjoyed her screams and continued doing his work, the work of chopping. He pulled open a drawer and took a bowl and placed that below the outlet of the table and pushed all the flesh and blood into the bowl with the knife and gently placed the lid of the bowl and tighten it. He removed his apron and carried the bowl to the shelf on the otherside of the room . He pulled a plain sticker from a bunch and stuck that on the bowl and wrote "lips" and placed it safely in the shelf. This shelf had many similar bowls with tags, with spider webs in the corners and dust all over, the shelf had a haunting look.
He then walked to the door ; listening to the footsteps coming closer, the girl crawled away from the door. He unlatched the door and pushed open it , the girl saw a tall figure standing at the door, all that she could see was the outline of the man's figure, with a marker in his right hand.
" you have long nails, they are pretty " he pointed at her nails with those marker and exclaimed.
Just after those words ,he pulled the door and closed it. A few moments later, the girl heard the sound of slamming a door, her heart skipped a beat. The rest of the day, she was thinking about those words, trying to figure out the hidden meaning behind mentioning her nails.
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The man walked in a room and took shower, a very relaxing shower, soon after coming out of the shower, he went near his wardrobe, picked up a light colour dress with matching accessories .
He had a dominating presence, yet he was gentle , manly and had a attraction smile. He was as sharp as knief with definit features, from his gaze to grin everything with would pierce through one's soul.
He got down to his garage and hopped into his favorite car and started driving it down the streets, enjoying the cool breeze kissing his face. He pulled infront of a massive building and opened the door, one of the staff member working there came to him and greeted him
"good morning sir"
"good morning " siddharth greeted back and continued "can you park my car?"
The staff member shook his head and extended his hands for the key. Siddharth gave him the keys and entered the building. Everyone he passed through greeted him and he responded them all with his charming smile, within no time he was in his room and saw three to four files lying on the table. He picked one of the them , walked near the floor to ceiling length window and gave a glance at the documents filed inside it. Just after one glance, he called his secretary and asked her to arrange a meeting with the person, whose information he was having In his hands.
Aaliya followed his orders and scheduled a meeting with the concerned person. After making an appointment with the person, she walked straight into siddhartha's room and briefed about the meeting.
"I've arranged you're meeting with Mr.Varun at 1o'clock in hotel pearl " she said.
she turned around to leave ,but was stopped by siddhartha's words,
" instead of me , you go to the meeting ".
she turned around with her brows raised questioningly, Siddharth looked at her with his head tilted to one side and nodded his head, signaling her to do it. She stood still for few seconds and nodded her head in acceptance.
When the clock hit 12 past 30 , Aaliya stood up and collected her wallet and file to leave for the meeting. At the same time siddharth walked out of his room and saw Aaliya moving out. He walked to her and stopped her on her track.
"are you on the way to the meeting ?" he asked
"yes" she replied with her eyes wide open and pushing her hair strands behind her ear.
"I'll drop you there" he said.
Aaliya thought of denying that, but as it was almost time for the meeting, she didn't say anything and followed siddharth down to the parking lot.
while on the way Aaliya turned towards siddharth and started a conversation.
" you asked me to arrange a meeting with Mr.Varun, but why aren't you going " she asked
"I forgot something at home , I'm returning to deal with that ,that's why" he replied without turning his face.
They remained in silence throughout the ride after this . Soon after a while ,they arrived at the destination, Aaliya got down and walked in while siddharth drove back to his house.
CHAPTER 2: DEATH IS NOT PAINFUL
siddharth walked through the main entrance of his house and went to the storeroom, he pushed open the door and walked down the stairs to the room below and switched on the light. The dim light started flickering, he walked towards the room , where the girl was confined. He pushed opened the door and saw the girl sitting in the corner of the room, with her legs held together and head down supporting on her knees . He walked upto the girl and ran his hands through her hair slowly.
She raised her head out of shock and siddharth held her by her hair and pulled her up, he almost dragged her out of the dark room. He placed a iron stool near the table and signaled her to take her seat there, she stood like a idol without moving an inch, he was waiting for her to sit, but when he saw that ,she wasn't responding, he glared at her like his gaze would straight away pierce her heart and tear her down.
She bundled up all her fear and made a move . She came near the stool and sat on it. Siddharth then pulled a stool for him and sat right infront of her. Her heart beat raised, sweat start rolling down it's way from her forehead. He eyes filled with fear.
Siddharth sat erect and made a hand gesture similar to that of praying and started off
"Do you wanna drink?" he asked
The girls mind was way too confused after hearing this question. But siddharth didn't wait for her answer, he straight away pulled open the freezer near him and took tins of drink and placed one infront of her and opened the other one, he was holding in his hand.
" You can have the drink, feel comfortable here" he said
After hearing this she took a glance of the room, the dust, dim lighting, blood stains, glass bowls with tags everything made her uncomfortable and ignited her fear to another level.
His words "I know, I didn't give you the good amount of appetit but I don't store food her. so, I offered you a drink " distracted her
She looked at him confused and he pointed at the tin and asked her to drink, but she didn't dare to touch that, instead shook her head saying "no". Siddharth placed his drink on the table and took her's, opened it and offered her, this time she raised her hand a little and said "no". He looked straight into her eyes, she felt that coldness in his gaze and slowly accepted it.
He then continued playing with the tin of drink , " I know you'll be having a mixed feeling being here. I'll let you go but on one condition ".
The girl raised her brows and nodded her head in acceptance.
Siddharth took this as a sign and continued.
"what is the relationship between you and Jenin?" he asked calmly.
Fear struck in her throat , she didn't expect something like this to come.
"Tthhaaaatttt...." she stammered
"That ?" he repeated again questioningly
"that....." she repeated swallowing a gulp
Siddharth pulled out a knief and throwed it right infront of her on the table in a lighting speed.
she swallowed the gulp and words slipped out of her mouth "we are close"
" How close " he cut her short
"Pretty much " she replied
"That's good" he said and rolled up his sleeves. "so you know him well, right? " he questioned her.
She said a 'yes' with lots of random thoughts running in her head.
"Well , do you know about the girl, who passed away recently?" he sneered
She felt chills down her spine ,but managed to say a 'yes'. He smiled to this response and continued asking " weren't you the one who started everything, I mean picking up the girl?"
Her blood frozed, she started sweating, her heart skipped a beat, a sense of danger surrounded her. He was waiting for her response, but she didn't dare to open her mouth, within no time "plarrrrrr" she received a tight slap. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
He slowly ran his hands down her arm and ended up picking her hand , slowly caressed her hand ,within a flash of a second he chopped of her index finger nail, with the knief lying near her on the table. She cried out of pain, he immediately turned to her ,placed his finger on her lips and asked her to keep quite.
"You have pretty nails" he complimented and pulled a glass bowl and placed it on the table, picked up the nail and dropped it into the bowl.
"Death is not as painful as you think; living hell is the most painful thing, I thought I'll have to give you a gift for your act" he said while tightening the lid of the bowl.
she was crying with her mouth covered. Siddharth held her by her hair and dragged her to a corner, pulled open a door and pushed her out and slammed the door to shut.
After sending her out, he walked back to the table ,took the bowl and placed it in the shelf along with other bowls.
CHAPTER 3: I'LL HAVE COMPETITION
After all these , he walked to his room , washed himself ,got changed and returned to his work. On the way back , he called aaliya to get updates of the meeting.
" Hello" she answered the call
" How did the meeting go ?" siddharth asked
"It went well, but he mentioned few changes" she replied
"Aww, okay , in that case make note of everything and return to the office " he said
"okay fine , I'll report to you in an hour" she replied and pulled her phone down to hang up, but before she could reach her finger to the phone screen , she heard siddharth calling her name. so, she pulled back to her ears and answered again.
" I'm listening " she said
" Nothing important, where are you?" he asked
"I'm about to leave the place ," she answered and continued "Why?"
"Nah, just aked . okay come to the office, we'll meet there " he said and hung up.
siddharth drove to the office, while Aaliya took a taxi to the office. They coincidentally reached the office at the same time. Aaliya paid the taxi driver and got down ; siddharth pulled infront of the entrance and handed his keys to the guard and asked him to park his car.
They greeted each other with a smile at the entrance and walked through the office alongside to their respective rooms. Aaliya kept her belongings on the table , picked up the notes, walked towards siddhartha's room , double knocked the door and stood peeping into the room with the door almost half open.
Siddharth raised his head, looked at her and signaled her to get inside. she walked to his table and in the meantime he stood up from his seat, walked to the front of his table and stood there supporting on his table.
Aaliya handed the notes to siddharth. He placed his phone beside and got them, turned the pages of the notes and glanced over everything.
"not the 3rd one ,okay. " he said
she raised her brows and swirled on her toes
He raised his head , looked at her and said " I'll go myself to the next meeting and explain things to him".
Aaliya nodded her head in acceptance, got the notes from siddharth and turned to leave.
" if you're free tonight, can we have dinner ?" he asked
she stopped on her track listening to this.
she turned around thought for a while, " you can come and pick me up at 7o'clock , dont be late" she replied and walked out of the room.
siddharth chuckled ,while looking at the floor , he then picked up his mobile and returned to his seat.
After the office hours, he headed back straight to his house, walked up to his room , undid his watch and stood infront of the mirror looking at him for a while and smiled at himself. He collected his thoughts and tapped his head on the back and collected his towel and went to take shower. He stood right below the shower placing his arms on the wall, faced up with his eyes closed and enjoyed the movement of the droplets running down his body, he relaxed all his tensed nerves under the shower.
After the relaxing shower, he dried up himself with the towel and tied it around his waist and walked out. He headed towards his closet and started glancing at his dresses while he was still dripping, he hand combed his dripping wet hair and his eyes landed on a white shirt, he pulled that out and placed it on his bed , then picked up a Jean and accessories and footwear that would go with the shirt. He got dressed up and sprayed a perfume of his favorite.
on the other hand Aaliya arranged her dressing materials and was taking shower, after the shower, she wore her robe , tied her hair up and walked out of the room . She then sat infront of her dressing table mirror with her legs crossed and started blowing her hair with the hairdryer.
suddenly her buzzed and she pulled out to check what it was, she had received a text message and it read " I'm heading towards your place , beautiful ". She smiled at that message and got up from her place to get ready, she elegantly covered herself with a knee length dress and did her make up.
The clock set out a melodious sound ,when the clock struck 7 and at the same time she heard a car sound . she looked at herself in the mirror one last time before going out of the room . she collected her wallet and phone and rushed to the main door to receive siddharth.
Siddharth hit the doorbell and held the handle of the door to open at the same time Aaliya pulled open the door and saw siddharth. His look made her feel butterflies in her stomach, she felt that he looked more lively this way rather than his boring business attire. Siddharth saw her on the doorstep and froze for a moment, he stepped inside and they both left the grip on the handle, when the door shut closed , he pulled her by her waist and whispered in her ears while breathing her scent from her neck
" you look gorgeous " and gave a peck on her cheek.
seeing her man's romantic behavior , she blushed and bit her lips trying to hide her shyness. when he was about to pull off ,she pulled him back to her by his shirt and replied " dont you dare appear infront of anyone like this except me"
He smiled on hearing this and kissed her on her shoulder blades and asked "why ? "
she made a baby face and said " I'm afraid , that I'll have competition ".
CHAPTER 4: THE NIGHT OF EMOTIONS
Siddharth chuckled and looked into her eyes and kissed on her forehead and pinched either sides of her cheeks with both hands. He held her hands and they walked over to his seat. He drove almost halfway out of the city and ended infront of the garden restaurant, that his friend owned. They went inside and sat in their regular spot.
His friend saw them and came over to them ,spreading his arms wide open with his wrist making some moves. When he came close , siddharth and Aaliya made fun of him by ordering food , he stopped there resting his arms on his hip and smiled at them. All three laughed together and shared few words for a while. After a while he left and they were now all by themselves.
Aaliya turned towards siddharth and asked " what is your next move?"
Siddharth took a bite from his plate and replied " keep a track on that girl"
Aaliya nodded her head
Siddharth continued, " if my instinct I right, she may find herself helpless at some point. "
On hearing this , she raised her eyebrows and continued listening with utmost focus.
" if such a thing happens, grab that opportunity and save her at any cost" he said
Siddharth took a sip of his drink and continued " let's not talk about that now, I wanted to talk about some good things".
Aaliya smiled to herself and asked him " what type of good things do you mean?"
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On the long empty roads of the city, Manasa was walking all alone holding her hands together, looking at the emptiness in her index finger. Drops of tears rolled down on her cheeks one after another.
She reached her home and heard a buzzing sound when she entered . She searched ll over the place to find where the sound was coming from. At one corner of the couch lights were going on and off, that was her phone.
She ran and picked up to see ,who it was . The ID on the screen read a familiar name, she slided the screen answering the call and brought the phone near her ear, before even saying a "hello" the person on the other end of the phone yelled
" where on earth did you go ?" He asked
She felt weak on her knees on listening to the tone at which the person yelled at her . She couldn't speak , words were getting blocked.
" you bitch speak up" he yelled again
This time , she took a deep breath with her eyes closed , gathered all her voice and answered
" Jenin I was kidnapped "
"Who the fuck cares about all these stuff " he said
She gritted her teeth for a second and continued " he enquired about you and regarding the issues with the girl that died ".
He paused for a while , got terrified and with a low yet commanding tone he asked " what?"
She held her phone and repeated the same sentence
This time ,he raised his tone almost shouting at her.
Frightened by his sudden raise in his voice , she left the grip and dropped the phone on the floor , it landed on one edge and cracks developed all over the temper glass and it fell upside down.
She rushed and took the phone to her ear order to recall everything, but all she could hear was cursings.
" if you dare let someone know my identity, you'll face the consequences " he threatened her.
A drop of tear rolled down her cheek , she held her breath tight and in an instance replied " I didn't say anything, nor will I say".
She then hung up on the call, dropped herself at a corner ,holding legs together and tears flowing down
Jenin on the other side , holding his phone on one hand and rubbing his beard with another, his face so red rushed by blood and a drop of sweat rolling down from his forehead, he sat on the couch all tensed for a reason and questions multiplying rapidly in his mind.
© preethi. T
"tik tik" , there was a knock on the door.
The room was all dark and filled with pindrop silence. she felt chills down her spine , being locked inside such a room made her feel like she was in her own grave. The room had a small opening that allowed hardly no amount of light to pass inside.
" can someone hear me? " she screamed, yelled and did everything possible to get a response from the other side of the room, but all that she heard was her own voice echoing . soon after the reflecting echo , she heard few foot steps . she paused for a while and listened to the steps, she ran towards the door and placed her ear on the knob. she heard those steps again, a ray of hope rolled down her cheek as tears . she shouted again " can you hear me ?" and placed her ear on the knob again and waited for a response , but she ended up hearing nothing.
Her hope faded just like the daylight fading into the twilight. As she was about to pull away she heard another sound , she slowly went back and listened to it with utmost concentration. This sounded like chopping something, she identified.
So many wild thoughts flashed inside her mind , her imaginations went wild yet she held herself from those thoughts and sat next to the door , listening every single move on the other side of the door.
On the other side of the door , a tall figure stood under a dim flickering orange light. On listening to the screams ,he turned his head towards room and his lips curved upward, he enjoyed her screams and continued doing his work, the work of chopping. He pulled open a drawer and took a bowl and placed that below the outlet of the table and pushed all the flesh and blood into the bowl with the knife and gently placed the lid of the bowl and tighten it. He removed his apron and carried the bowl to the shelf on the otherside of the room . He pulled a plain sticker from a bunch and stuck that on the bowl and wrote "lips" and placed it safely in the shelf. This shelf had many similar bowls with tags, with spider webs in the corners and dust all over, the shelf had a haunting look.
He then walked to the door ; listening to the footsteps coming closer, the girl crawled away from the door. He unlatched the door and pushed open it , the girl saw a tall figure standing at the door, all that she could see was the outline of the man's figure, with a marker in his right hand.
" you have long nails, they are pretty " he pointed at her nails with those marker and exclaimed.
Just after those words ,he pulled the door and closed it. A few moments later, the girl heard the sound of slamming a door, her heart skipped a beat. The rest of the day, she was thinking about those words, trying to figure out the hidden meaning behind mentioning her nails.
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The man walked in a room and took shower, a very relaxing shower, soon after coming out of the shower, he went near his wardrobe, picked up a light colour dress with matching accessories .
He had a dominating presence, yet he was gentle , manly and had a attraction smile. He was as sharp as knief with definit features, from his gaze to grin everything with would pierce through one's soul.
He got down to his garage and hopped into his favorite car and started driving it down the streets, enjoying the cool breeze kissing his face. He pulled infront of a massive building and opened the door, one of the staff member working there came to him and greeted him
"good morning sir"
"good morning " siddharth greeted back and continued "can you park my car?"
The staff member shook his head and extended his hands for the key. Siddharth gave him the keys and entered the building. Everyone he passed through greeted him and he responded them all with his charming smile, within no time he was in his room and saw three to four files lying on the table. He picked one of the them , walked near the floor to ceiling length window and gave a glance at the documents filed inside it. Just after one glance, he called his secretary and asked her to arrange a meeting with the person, whose information he was having In his hands.
Aaliya followed his orders and scheduled a meeting with the concerned person. After making an appointment with the person, she walked straight into siddhartha's room and briefed about the meeting.
"I've arranged you're meeting with Mr.Varun at 1o'clock in hotel pearl " she said.
she turned around to leave ,but was stopped by siddhartha's words,
" instead of me , you go to the meeting ".
she turned around with her brows raised questioningly, Siddharth looked at her with his head tilted to one side and nodded his head, signaling her to do it. She stood still for few seconds and nodded her head in acceptance.
When the clock hit 12 past 30 , Aaliya stood up and collected her wallet and file to leave for the meeting. At the same time siddharth walked out of his room and saw Aaliya moving out. He walked to her and stopped her on her track.
"are you on the way to the meeting ?" he asked
"yes" she replied with her eyes wide open and pushing her hair strands behind her ear.
"I'll drop you there" he said.
Aaliya thought of denying that, but as it was almost time for the meeting, she didn't say anything and followed siddharth down to the parking lot.
while on the way Aaliya turned towards siddharth and started a conversation.
" you asked me to arrange a meeting with Mr.Varun, but why aren't you going " she asked
"I forgot something at home , I'm returning to deal with that ,that's why" he replied without turning his face.
They remained in silence throughout the ride after this . Soon after a while ,they arrived at the destination, Aaliya got down and walked in while siddharth drove back to his house.
CHAPTER 2: DEATH IS NOT PAINFUL
siddharth walked through the main entrance of his house and went to the storeroom, he pushed open the door and walked down the stairs to the room below and switched on the light. The dim light started flickering, he walked towards the room , where the girl was confined. He pushed opened the door and saw the girl sitting in the corner of the room, with her legs held together and head down supporting on her knees . He walked upto the girl and ran his hands through her hair slowly.
She raised her head out of shock and siddharth held her by her hair and pulled her up, he almost dragged her out of the dark room. He placed a iron stool near the table and signaled her to take her seat there, she stood like a idol without moving an inch, he was waiting for her to sit, but when he saw that ,she wasn't responding, he glared at her like his gaze would straight away pierce her heart and tear her down.
She bundled up all her fear and made a move . She came near the stool and sat on it. Siddharth then pulled a stool for him and sat right infront of her. Her heart beat raised, sweat start rolling down it's way from her forehead. He eyes filled with fear.
Siddharth sat erect and made a hand gesture similar to that of praying and started off
"Do you wanna drink?" he asked
The girls mind was way too confused after hearing this question. But siddharth didn't wait for her answer, he straight away pulled open the freezer near him and took tins of drink and placed one infront of her and opened the other one, he was holding in his hand.
" You can have the drink, feel comfortable here" he said
After hearing this she took a glance of the room, the dust, dim lighting, blood stains, glass bowls with tags everything made her uncomfortable and ignited her fear to another level.
His words "I know, I didn't give you the good amount of appetit but I don't store food her. so, I offered you a drink " distracted her
She looked at him confused and he pointed at the tin and asked her to drink, but she didn't dare to touch that, instead shook her head saying "no". Siddharth placed his drink on the table and took her's, opened it and offered her, this time she raised her hand a little and said "no". He looked straight into her eyes, she felt that coldness in his gaze and slowly accepted it.
He then continued playing with the tin of drink , " I know you'll be having a mixed feeling being here. I'll let you go but on one condition ".
The girl raised her brows and nodded her head in acceptance.
Siddharth took this as a sign and continued.
"what is the relationship between you and Jenin?" he asked calmly.
Fear struck in her throat , she didn't expect something like this to come.
"Tthhaaaatttt...." she stammered
"That ?" he repeated again questioningly
"that....." she repeated swallowing a gulp
Siddharth pulled out a knief and throwed it right infront of her on the table in a lighting speed.
she swallowed the gulp and words slipped out of her mouth "we are close"
" How close " he cut her short
"Pretty much " she replied
"That's good" he said and rolled up his sleeves. "so you know him well, right? " he questioned her.
She said a 'yes' with lots of random thoughts running in her head.
"Well , do you know about the girl, who passed away recently?" he sneered
She felt chills down her spine ,but managed to say a 'yes'. He smiled to this response and continued asking " weren't you the one who started everything, I mean picking up the girl?"
Her blood frozed, she started sweating, her heart skipped a beat, a sense of danger surrounded her. He was waiting for her response, but she didn't dare to open her mouth, within no time "plarrrrrr" she received a tight slap. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
He slowly ran his hands down her arm and ended up picking her hand , slowly caressed her hand ,within a flash of a second he chopped of her index finger nail, with the knief lying near her on the table. She cried out of pain, he immediately turned to her ,placed his finger on her lips and asked her to keep quite.
"You have pretty nails" he complimented and pulled a glass bowl and placed it on the table, picked up the nail and dropped it into the bowl.
"Death is not as painful as you think; living hell is the most painful thing, I thought I'll have to give you a gift for your act" he said while tightening the lid of the bowl.
she was crying with her mouth covered. Siddharth held her by her hair and dragged her to a corner, pulled open a door and pushed her out and slammed the door to shut.
After sending her out, he walked back to the table ,took the bowl and placed it in the shelf along with other bowls.
CHAPTER 3: I'LL HAVE COMPETITION
After all these , he walked to his room , washed himself ,got changed and returned to his work. On the way back , he called aaliya to get updates of the meeting.
" Hello" she answered the call
" How did the meeting go ?" siddharth asked
"It went well, but he mentioned few changes" she replied
"Aww, okay , in that case make note of everything and return to the office " he said
"okay fine , I'll report to you in an hour" she replied and pulled her phone down to hang up, but before she could reach her finger to the phone screen , she heard siddharth calling her name. so, she pulled back to her ears and answered again.
" I'm listening " she said
" Nothing important, where are you?" he asked
"I'm about to leave the place ," she answered and continued "Why?"
"Nah, just aked . okay come to the office, we'll meet there " he said and hung up.
siddharth drove to the office, while Aaliya took a taxi to the office. They coincidentally reached the office at the same time. Aaliya paid the taxi driver and got down ; siddharth pulled infront of the entrance and handed his keys to the guard and asked him to park his car.
They greeted each other with a smile at the entrance and walked through the office alongside to their respective rooms. Aaliya kept her belongings on the table , picked up the notes, walked towards siddhartha's room , double knocked the door and stood peeping into the room with the door almost half open.
Siddharth raised his head, looked at her and signaled her to get inside. she walked to his table and in the meantime he stood up from his seat, walked to the front of his table and stood there supporting on his table.
Aaliya handed the notes to siddharth. He placed his phone beside and got them, turned the pages of the notes and glanced over everything.
"not the 3rd one ,okay. " he said
she raised her brows and swirled on her toes
He raised his head , looked at her and said " I'll go myself to the next meeting and explain things to him".
Aaliya nodded her head in acceptance, got the notes from siddharth and turned to leave.
" if you're free tonight, can we have dinner ?" he asked
she stopped on her track listening to this.
she turned around thought for a while, " you can come and pick me up at 7o'clock , dont be late" she replied and walked out of the room.
siddharth chuckled ,while looking at the floor , he then picked up his mobile and returned to his seat.
After the office hours, he headed back straight to his house, walked up to his room , undid his watch and stood infront of the mirror looking at him for a while and smiled at himself. He collected his thoughts and tapped his head on the back and collected his towel and went to take shower. He stood right below the shower placing his arms on the wall, faced up with his eyes closed and enjoyed the movement of the droplets running down his body, he relaxed all his tensed nerves under the shower.
After the relaxing shower, he dried up himself with the towel and tied it around his waist and walked out. He headed towards his closet and started glancing at his dresses while he was still dripping, he hand combed his dripping wet hair and his eyes landed on a white shirt, he pulled that out and placed it on his bed , then picked up a Jean and accessories and footwear that would go with the shirt. He got dressed up and sprayed a perfume of his favorite.
on the other hand Aaliya arranged her dressing materials and was taking shower, after the shower, she wore her robe , tied her hair up and walked out of the room . She then sat infront of her dressing table mirror with her legs crossed and started blowing her hair with the hairdryer.
suddenly her buzzed and she pulled out to check what it was, she had received a text message and it read " I'm heading towards your place , beautiful ". She smiled at that message and got up from her place to get ready, she elegantly covered herself with a knee length dress and did her make up.
The clock set out a melodious sound ,when the clock struck 7 and at the same time she heard a car sound . she looked at herself in the mirror one last time before going out of the room . she collected her wallet and phone and rushed to the main door to receive siddharth.
Siddharth hit the doorbell and held the handle of the door to open at the same time Aaliya pulled open the door and saw siddharth. His look made her feel butterflies in her stomach, she felt that he looked more lively this way rather than his boring business attire. Siddharth saw her on the doorstep and froze for a moment, he stepped inside and they both left the grip on the handle, when the door shut closed , he pulled her by her waist and whispered in her ears while breathing her scent from her neck
" you look gorgeous " and gave a peck on her cheek.
seeing her man's romantic behavior , she blushed and bit her lips trying to hide her shyness. when he was about to pull off ,she pulled him back to her by his shirt and replied " dont you dare appear infront of anyone like this except me"
He smiled on hearing this and kissed her on her shoulder blades and asked "why ? "
she made a baby face and said " I'm afraid , that I'll have competition ".
CHAPTER 4: THE NIGHT OF EMOTIONS
Siddharth chuckled and looked into her eyes and kissed on her forehead and pinched either sides of her cheeks with both hands. He held her hands and they walked over to his seat. He drove almost halfway out of the city and ended infront of the garden restaurant, that his friend owned. They went inside and sat in their regular spot.
His friend saw them and came over to them ,spreading his arms wide open with his wrist making some moves. When he came close , siddharth and Aaliya made fun of him by ordering food , he stopped there resting his arms on his hip and smiled at them. All three laughed together and shared few words for a while. After a while he left and they were now all by themselves.
Aaliya turned towards siddharth and asked " what is your next move?"
Siddharth took a bite from his plate and replied " keep a track on that girl"
Aaliya nodded her head
Siddharth continued, " if my instinct I right, she may find herself helpless at some point. "
On hearing this , she raised her eyebrows and continued listening with utmost focus.
" if such a thing happens, grab that opportunity and save her at any cost" he said
Siddharth took a sip of his drink and continued " let's not talk about that now, I wanted to talk about some good things".
Aaliya smiled to herself and asked him " what type of good things do you mean?"
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On the long empty roads of the city, Manasa was walking all alone holding her hands together, looking at the emptiness in her index finger. Drops of tears rolled down on her cheeks one after another.
She reached her home and heard a buzzing sound when she entered . She searched ll over the place to find where the sound was coming from. At one corner of the couch lights were going on and off, that was her phone.
She ran and picked up to see ,who it was . The ID on the screen read a familiar name, she slided the screen answering the call and brought the phone near her ear, before even saying a "hello" the person on the other end of the phone yelled
" where on earth did you go ?" He asked
She felt weak on her knees on listening to the tone at which the person yelled at her . She couldn't speak , words were getting blocked.
" you bitch speak up" he yelled again
This time , she took a deep breath with her eyes closed , gathered all her voice and answered
" Jenin I was kidnapped "
"Who the fuck cares about all these stuff " he said
She gritted her teeth for a second and continued " he enquired about you and regarding the issues with the girl that died ".
He paused for a while , got terrified and with a low yet commanding tone he asked " what?"
She held her phone and repeated the same sentence
This time ,he raised his tone almost shouting at her.
Frightened by his sudden raise in his voice , she left the grip and dropped the phone on the floor , it landed on one edge and cracks developed all over the temper glass and it fell upside down.
She rushed and took the phone to her ear order to recall everything, but all she could hear was cursings.
" if you dare let someone know my identity, you'll face the consequences " he threatened her.
A drop of tear rolled down her cheek , she held her breath tight and in an instance replied " I didn't say anything, nor will I say".
She then hung up on the call, dropped herself at a corner ,holding legs together and tears flowing down
Jenin on the other side , holding his phone on one hand and rubbing his beard with another, his face so red rushed by blood and a drop of sweat rolling down from his forehead, he sat on the couch all tensed for a reason and questions multiplying rapidly in his mind.
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