Their Lost Gem

Chapter 16

Author's POV:-

"Where am I?", he questioned himself as a small gust of wind rushed through his hair - flipping his raven locks off his forehead.

Carefully adjusting his sight in accordance to the blue, burning light of the room - his gaze travelled across the slightly tapered walls and a couple of stools and slabs.

Finally landing his eyes on his foot he looked down to realize - his shirt was torn, little drops of blood dripping from his chest and he was a.... mess.

"What happened to me?", he whispered.

"My clothes....... H..how on earth did it tear?", he said holding the torn fabric that was hanging from his shoulder.

"Bh..Bhai?!", A voice called.

Immediately snapping his head at the speed of lightning, he was shocked to see his sister sitting on a hardly sturdy chair - the ropes linking her firmly to the wooden piece.

But.... Wait.

Why is she here?

Where was he?

Why is she tied to a chair?

Why the hell was his sh-

"Hello, Mr Malhotra. Glad to see you are awake!", another voice called from behind. However, there was no one. He felt like the voice was drifting across the room - like a smooth flow of wind striking every visible feature of the brightly lit room. It held an air of reality.

He had heard this voice before... But, he didn't know where.

"I see that you're in utter confusion. Shoot me with your questions, let me try and answer", the voice said mockingly.

"Who are you?", his voice slipped, slightly raspy from the lack of moisture in his throat.

"Haahhah!", the voice laughed "What a nice question. Well... I can't explain that. But I am someone important to your family sweetheart!"

"Why... do you have my sister tied up to a chair?", he hurled his next question.

"Oooooh! Overprotective brother, I see! Impressive. Then why don't you show your affection openly huh?"

"That's none of your business. Now untie her!", he bellowed.

"Ooooh! Feisty much! Hold your horses, sweetie! I have more surprises, this is just the beginning!", the mysterious voice said - internally sending shivers down his spine.

A rumbling sound made his head turn sideways - immediately making his blood turn cold at the sight in front of him. There sat his whole family - all trashed, beaten and tied to different chairs.

His brothers, his sister, his father, his mom- Wait!

'Where is Ms Varma?'

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And then it hit. The Voice - it was Ms Varma. How could he forget that voice dammi-

"Ms Varma? You? How could you?"

"Wow! Congratulations!", the voice laughed "You sure are a great businessman! And........... I am not Ms Varma - I am Mrs Malhotra, your legal mother!", he could feel the smirk of the owner.