"You keep your feet out of that door, don't blame me for the bloodbath it starts," he said through his clenched teeth. "So be the good girl that you are, go back to our room and wait for me like a good girl," he said softly, caressing her cheek with...
Even the coldest heart needs a little love and care.
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Aditya was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window and looking at the city in front of him as the sun set slowly. Its yellow, red and orange hue was spread in the sky making it beautiful.
There was a knock on the door, and Aditya glanced at his wristwatch.
“Come in,”
A tall girl entered with blonde hair and red tight dress, a black file in her hand.
“Mr Rathore,” the girl stood a few steps behind Aditya.
Aditya turned and walked towards the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs. The girl followed him and stood in front of him, keeping the file on the coffee table in front of Aditya.
“Mr Rathore I have collected all the information and arranged it as you say,” the girl took out photos of girls from the file who all looked to be teenagers. “They are the girls who were recently kidnapped. I have contacted our spies and—” she took out another set of pictures and scattered it on the table in a line. “these are the pictures they have sent,”
Aditya looks at the pictures in front of him as his eyes fill with rage. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes as he took a deep breath to calm down his anger.
The pictures were taken from different angles. There were teenagers in the picture, children from 12 to 18 ages. They were locked in a room full of men who were touching them inappropriately. The girls look scared and holding themselves back from crying as the men laugh and touch them.
Aditya frowns and looks up.
“Weren’t they kidnapped a few days ago? How did they ship the girls this fast?” Aditya asked looking up at the girl.
The girl straightened and replied, “They aren't shipped yet,” she gulped. “This… this is happening in your city,”
Aditya stared at the picture as he clenched his fist tightly.
