To Aarna patel, he was the kind of man she wanted to stay away yet she desired him - dark, tough, extreme, controlling, commanding, and a billionaire.
To jayraj Singh Rathod, she is the kindest and yet most feisty woman he ever met, a ball of spitf...
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I wiggled in my chair, and fell on the ground with the chair on sideways, I glided across the floor carefully and extended my hand to the paperclip, I caught it between my thumb and forefinger.
I wish I had taken some yoga classes, this would be very helpful. I managed to clip it between my teeth and turned them into an L-shape while taking the help of my thighs for pressure. After five minutes of struggle, I caught the clip in my right hand from my mouth. placed the end part of the L inside the lock and turn it like it is a key rotating.
It did not work,
I let my hand rest as It was paining and going numb, it was a real struggle with my hand being tied behind my back.
I again tried, and after five minutes of unsuccessful tries the clip stuck inside the lock,
With coaxing, I somehow was able to remove the clip from the lock,
I again entered the L part. It did open. I can not believe my luck.
Then believe in your hard work.
After opening the ropes from my leg, I went towards the door. It was locked,
Not again.
But had to.
I used the same L-shaped clip and opened the balcony door after five failed attempts, As I stepped out onto it, I looked below, I was on the first floor of a two-story house, there was the road below and some locked shop opposite the house.
There was nothing for me to climb onto if I wanted to make my way down, so I have to jump. As I was planning my next move I heard the voices, my heart sank knowing there are men below, on the road. I heard carefully, there were three, I guess. I could not see them but I was sure they were down on the road.
So there must be more men inside the house and there are three outside the house.
What should I do?
I looked at the balcony nearby, the side steel railings were adjoint, thank God.
I climbed from this balcony to there with pristine carefulness and took deep breaths at my successful attempt.
I contemplated knocking on the balcony door of the neighbor.
What if this place is owned by those kidnappers only? Or what If the owner is more dangerous, what if he or she will rape me and sell me into prostitution?
You don't have any other options, Aarna. Either get killed or take a risk.
With clammy hands and a pulse that didn't seem it would ever slow down, I knocked on the door urgently but not enough to alert my kidnappers,
A beautiful woman opened the door. She looked at me with surprise and then concerned.
"Help."
She took my hand and took me inside, "kidnappers. They are going to kill me tomorrow."
