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After dinner, we left the restaurant and hopped on his bike.
"How did you get into this mess?" he questioned, accelerating as we hit the road.
"Uhmm..." I hesitated,
"Come on, tell me everything," he urged, his words punctuated by the rustling sound of the wind as we picked up speed.
"Why should I tell you?" I counter strikes , my voice barely audible over the wind.
"Because it's not your first kidnapping, and it might be connected," he explained. "I need the whole story to help you."
"Okay," I agreed finally, taking a deep breath to begin my tale.
The events of the past few hours and how I ended up here started to replay in my mind, and I began explaining them to him.
Convincing everyone was a really tough sell, but two guards still stuck with me...
"C'mon Vritika! We can't miss the fun because of your guards," Avantika exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I know, but how are we going to avoid them? Do you guys have a plan?" I inquired, my mind racing with possibilities.
"Hmm, I'll distract them, you run," Amrapali suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
"Sounds horrifying! How are we going to pull that off?" I queried, my heart racing at the thought.
"Let's go to a restaurant first, and then slip out through the back door. Your guards won't suspect a thing," Amrapali proposed, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Yes!" I agreed, my enthusiasm growing.
We arrived at the restaurant, and I instructed the guards to wait outside. After a few minutes, we made our escape through the back door... and finally reached the club.
"How did the plan go?" Avantika inquired.
"Amazing! They didn't even suspect a thing!" I declared.
"Let's go have some real fun!" Avantika proposed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Yup!" I agreed, nodding enthusiastically.
We made our way to the bar, taking seats on the stools and ordering drinks. Then, Amrapali chimed in, "Let's dance!"
We joined her on the dance floor, lost in the music and the moment. Later, I leaned in to Avantika and uttered, "I'm heading back."
She nodded, and I left the dance floor, grabbing a drink as I made my way to a quieter corner to catch my breath.
As I sat alone at the bar, a man in his early thirties slid into the stool next to me. His eyes roamed over me before he spoke, his voice dripping with condescension.
