The Alpha and Me

Chapter 6. Off To Full Moon Pack

Nandini's POV

"Ma'am," My reverie was broken by a soft voice of a woman.

I looked up to find the sweet air hostess who helped me make myself comfortable in the private airplane of Mr. Manav Malhotra. She's bought me a brewing black coffee. Its smoke watered my mouth.

I smiled at her and accepted the cup. "Thank you."

"Hope you are comfortable, ma'am. Enjoy your coffee meanwhile I will get you a bag of warm water and some pain killers." She politely bowed after pouting at my bruised wrists.

"Thank you so much again." She left me alone with a sense of protection as I grazed her retreating figure.

This all have not been possible if it wasn't for Mr. Manav Malhotra. The old man I bumped with. He is a billionaire. I have not noticed him before as I was too shocked to think of anything else other than my life and dignity.

But the man is one of the top most billionaire's. I have seen his pictures in the magazines and newspaper.

"Thank god," I closed my eyes sipping a small gulp of black coffee.

I should be thanking Manav Malhotra because he not just helped me get out of Harshad's deathly grip- but he also listened to me and visited the back of the factory where all the girls were stored like stock.

They were in condition poorer than what I have seen earlier. I failed to see blood and broken limbs hanging off girls' bodies.

"This is insane." I was busy shedding tears at the sight afront when Mr. Manav Malhotra huffed deep from his chest.

Just as I thought, he was aware of the grooming factory. The activities that were taking place was a mystery to him. Even to the buyers who came to auction to buy women.

"I'll have the owners skin alive." He asserted and his hand came around my shuddering shoulders.

I was shivering and on the verge of falling. So he sent me away with a chauffer while he promised to be back soon. But before that, he helped me fulfill my wish of kicking that baldy that got me here into this place. I kicked his balls tightly before I left the venues.

Later when we reached the parking lot where Harshad was fuming in anger to see me going, I was clueless about the place I was being transported into as I saw Mr. Malhotra's sports car.

The ride bad been silent. My emotions surged when the car halted. The door was opened for me at the rear end of the airport and I was led to a private plane owned by Mr. Malhotra.

It's only been twenty minutes since I came here. The pain and straining in my limbs have faded away. I am breathing freely and looking outside at the indigo sky with blinking big stars, winking down at me.

"I hate you dad. You are a greedy loser. You gave away your daughter for money. I hate you. Shame on a man like you." My insides jangled in torment as I played the staring game with the stars.

It's Friday morning now. Not long ago I was in a filthy place on Thursday night. A place my father happily sent me in for money. Even before that, I was in Mumbai, India. It was Monday evening when I left my flat with my father. It's almost been a week since my life has changed now.

"Pray that I don't run into you here forth... You will regret meeting me. Because I will put a knife in your throat and pull it out on the other side."

"That sounds like a bad way of dying." I was snapped from my thoughts by Mr. Malhotra's voice.

"Thank you," He sat across me cozily and smiled.

"Are you okay?" He slowly raised his hand to caress my bruised wrists. "I honestly had no idea about that all, Miss?"