The room was quiet however it was luxurious from having a good interior to polished walls and creamy expensive doors. It had a master bedroom, a lavish sofa set by the window which had a grill behind the glass which was black in shades, and the floor was matte black, just as those walls as if the owner had a bitter taste when it comes to choosing the atmosphere that seemed extremely dangerous and gloomy.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? I said let me go," The captive finally breaks the silence as she struggles on the bed.
Her eyes were blindfolded, and her hands were tied in knots with a strong rope similar to her legs, the only thing she was allowed to speak through her free mouth which wasn't much help to her either.
"You asshole, let me go!".
She screamed again, this time a little way louder but her abductor just kept sipping his drink in silence, his cold eyes didn't even bother to glance at her and dismissed her helpless screams, he was unfazed as if nobody was going to hear her anyway so let her do whatever she likes to, it won't bother him.
It's been a whole day since she has been here. Nobody even had any idea about it, not even her father and the weirdest part was he didn't even bother to find her as if he knew she would eventually come back to him.
"Money, I have loads of money. My dad is a freaking millionaire, so just let me go and I'll give you all the money," She was being incoherently stupid but was willing to do anything to escape this hell.
Finally, the abductor shifted at her stupidity and his icy eyes dropped to her, his lips lifted into a devilish smile.
"It's not always money but I must say you are daddy's spoiled brat aren't you, Ms. Avani?"
Her inside stiffened as she could feel she knew him, she knew this man but at the same time she couldn't recognize his voice clearly, it was extremely similar to someone she knew but didn't know who.
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Billionaire's Indian Seductress ✨ I ✨ (Editing)
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