His Little Monster

18 } Rescued

Author's pov

"Did you tracked her phone's location?" Asked Rehan in a calm voice to Sharma, who was sitting on passenger seat with tablet in his hand.

"Sir it's switched off currently. But the last location was at the outskirts of Delhi." He replied seriously. He knew his boss isn't calm. He is silent. Just like the silence before storm.

"Does Malhotra's have any farmhouse there?" From his stoic face and plain tone, no one can guess he's driving the car in full speed.

"Yes sir. But it's more like a party place."

Rehan nodded at his answer before dialing Viraat through car Bluetooth.

"Are you still at the construction site which is out of delhi?" He asked as soon as Viraat picked up the call.

"I am about to leave but why are you asking that?"

He explained everything to him related to Kritika's kidnapping.

"Don't worry I'll take care of it."

"Hmmm.... Is there any female with you?"

"Yes, my secretary Leena."

"Take her with you."

"But we have Nithya then wh-"

Rehan cut him off by saying

"She's on her way behind me. It will take us time to reach there."

Viraat replied an okay in response before hanging up. Rehan glanced at side view mirror. He saw the cars of his personal guards cum assassins following him. Nithya was one of them. Whom he appointed after Miss. Gabrielle's incident. He doesn't trust police department when it comes to his business world and enemies. That's why he has his own team of security guard who works as assassinates also. No one knows about this team except for Viraat, Manish and him.

After 45 minutes approx, he received Viraat's call. He was still half an hour away from Delhi outskirts. He put the call on speaker mode using his free hand while other one was busy driving.

"It's done. She's safe and sound. But......" He stopped the car.

"But what Viraat? But what?"

"That Jatin, h-he.......     It's serious yaar." Rehan could make out from his voice that something is definitely wrong. His mind gave him the hint of possible scenario when he heard Jatin's name. But he don't want to assume something heinous happening to her.

"Give her the phone. I wanna talk to her." He demanded in a cold voice.

"She is unconscious."

"Then send me her pic. Now!!!..." He rubbed his temple to ease the tension building up in his mind after hanging up. His ears alerted at the ping voice of his phone indicating the arrival of picture.

He took his phone in his hand and opened her pic. His fingers shook aww while doing that. His eyes got stucked at her sleeping figure which was covered in a jacket, exposing the front neck only. It could have been the most soothing picture for him only if her neck wasn't painted in deep shade of red and purple hickeys and biting marks. Her side of lips was busted and bloodied. It didn't took him much time to understand that it was due to slapping. Because her cheek was swollen just like eyes, which were shedding tears nonstop even in her unconscious state.

"Get out." He let out in a whisper.

"Sir!!"

"Out......"  He ordered in the most dominating voice.