Chapter Three

Her palms were sweating. She was quaking to think of the outcomes. She kept her eyes fixed out of the window. 

     " No tears, we're going on shopping. You'll obey me if you wanna see your friends alive. " he threatened her, offering her his handkerchief. 

   ' Did he kidnap me to have me again?'

     " Forget last n night. I'm not not r rich. You should f find some one else. I'm not your t t type. '' She said, taking it from his hand. 

     He came closer to her, " I don't believe in fucking type. " he said with anger. 

as it was warning for her to zip up her mouth and obey him. She swallowed hard from her dry throat. 

    " W water. " She asked reluctantly. 

    ' I'm really an idiot. He's threatening me and I'm asking for water! '

   His man gave him one small water bottle which he gave her. She tried to turn the lid. It was sealed and she couldn't open it in fear. He worked his grip on it and opened it in a second.

     His car stopped at the best and most expensive mall in the city. Isha shopped here with her mother. He climbed out of the car. He didn't ask her to come. She was relieved as she didn't want anyone to stare at her in his shirt and assume nonsense. He came back with several shopping bags. She was tugging the hem of the shirt to cover her thighs. 

    " Looking sexy in my shirt," he said huskily, sitting in. 

     She wanted to open her mouth but better keep it quiet. They were back in the same mansion from where she ran away this early morning. He held her hand and took her out with him. His man pressed the button of the elevator. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. He kept his hand on her lower back. She flinched. He didn't allow her to go away from him. She looked at the buttons. It would stop on the fourth floor.

     Doesn't he have any family? She asked herself.

    I was adopted. I didn't believe, they'd not make any effort to release me, she thought. 

     It was looking like she had come from shopping with her boyfriend and his bodyguards were protecting them. 

' Somebody asked me, ' hey I'm here against my will. '   

    She remembered running through this hall in this early morning. She sighted at him. He picked a black gown for her. 

    " Take a shower and wear it," he said, shoving it in her hands. 

     " I I don't wear this k-ind. " She said checking it. 

     " Why? You have a beautiful body. Your stomach is so small. " he said, placing his hand on her belly. instantly she stepped back and bumped in his bodyguard. He gave him an intense glare. As she wasn't allowed to be touched by anyone. The dress slipped from her hands. But his man picked it up. He caught it and flung away. He picked the new dress and tugged her toward him firmly putting his hand on her back. She knew one thing now. If she didn't like any dress chosen by him. All she had to let it slip from her hands. 

     " Your no is making me crave for your body. Are you going to do it yourself or you wanna have our second time in the washroom right now. " He said huskily. 

     She trembled and ran toward the door. She was fumbling with the doorknob. His hand gripped the knob from behind her and opened it. She stepped ahead in his room. but he pulled her back to his hard chest. 

    " No tears," he whispered and let her go. 

      She rushed in and locked it. Silence tears were rolling down her skin. She wiped them with both hands. She hurriedly showered with cold water to wash him off, which seemed impossible to her. 

    There can be cameras. What use? He already has me. 

     Her daily used material was kept with his stuff. How could he know about her in such a short time? She was astonished and glaring at it with a shocked gaze. 

     She couldn't drag their life in danger as they had done a lot for her. She looked down at her dress. High waisted jeans were hiding mostly her belly but still, it was showing her midriff. She was feeling awkward. The top was short but enough to cover her completely. Its small strips were clinging tightly on her skin. She got a knock on the door. 

    She opened the door. She wrapped her arm around where her skin was visible. He glanced at her. He held her wrist and pulled it away from her. He smiled and took one step ahead. 

    " Adorable, you're always beautiful." he smiled, " Come." He tugged her with him. 

   What did he mean by always? She didn't know him. She protested and tugged her hand from his firm hold. He pulled her anyway and she was drifting with him. He plucked a yellow jacket and gave it to her. Immediately she wore it. She went to its button. But he held her both hands. 

    " Smile for the camera," he said. 

    " What's yours m mean? " She was shocked. 

   " Smile. " he gritted his teeth. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her toward his chest. She was grateful for the jacket. His large hand was kissing her bare skin. She was fearful of being so close to a stranger and a dangerous person like him. She looked straight at his man. The man clicked. 

       " I asked you to look at the camera, not him," he said coldly. 

      She glanced back at him with an open mouth. Ring of a phone breaks her concentration on him. 

      " Sir. " His man said, giving him his phone. 

     " Hello," he said, attending the call. With this, he freed her from his lock. But he held her hand without a word. He was taking her with him. His phone was on his ear. He got in his car again. The car stopped at the other expensive mall in the town. He paced in the mall, without looking back. He was gripping her hand in his stronghold as they were newly married couple and hard to separate from each other. His man opened the door of the beauty salon. 

    Why did he bring me here? She thought with frustration. 

   The receptionist looked at her and smiled. She nervously returned her smile as she did not want him to shout at her. She would no longer control her tears then which were stinging to spill out. She waited for him to end the call. He stopped near the receptionist. Her back was touching the back of the table, where his one hand was resting on it. He was two steps away from her. She was glaring at his hand. He moved his one finger and his man came speedily. The man gave a card to the receptionist. 

     " Yes, this way ma'am. " She said. 

    He held her wrist again and went through the glass door. Beautician bowed her head as he was some king and ruled them, although he was looking like some goddess. Everyone was bowing his head in their whole way in this mall. 

      " I'll be there," he said and ended the call. 

      He glared at her. His lips were in a straight line. " Not a single word to anyone. " He threatened her. 

     " Why are you d-oing this? If you're kidnapping me, Why this? A ar are you s s se...... " he put his finger on her lips. 

    " You must not be standing here with me then." He furrowed, " Be a good girl. It's for your own good and your swanky sister and stupid friend. "

   How did he know, who was my friend and sister? Did Ana and Isha give him the information? No! They can't. She pursed her lips and look at him. 

     " They aren't swanky and stupid. " She whispered. 

     He fixed her with his gaze but didn't utter a word. He left his one armed man with her. He sauntered through the mirror door which way the come through. He didn't look back at her. She was peering his back as he left the place.