ISHQ-E-IBAADAT

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*Sniff sniff* This is the last part of this story and I am hoping with my fingers crossed that I did justice to their tale. Enjoy reading and don't leave without giving me tons of inline comments, please!

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Author's POV

Dark shadows danced. Ugly voices screeched. Layers of sweat trickled down the soft layers of skin. Fierce glowers of pain. Claws of fear creeping closer. This is what she woke up to.

Sanvi's eyes slowly opened as she looked around at the dark room. She attempted to pull against the restraints of her hands and tried to pry her feet open that were tied to the chair. After investing a plethora of strength, she just relaxed against the chair in defeat. The moment she stopped struggling, the door to her room burst open, and a man stepped inside. Squinting her eyes, she tried to get a clearer picture of the figure taking advantage of the pitch-black surroundings.

The man smirked and switched on the lights before walking closer to her. Seeing recognition take over Sanvi's face, he reached out to her with confident strides. Leaning down to her ears, he muttered, "Missed me, darling?"

His creepy tone made fear cascade down her form in waves. Her friend didn't look like the man who left the country two years back to make a future in New York. He looked a little unhinged, scary, and reckless.

"Vikky? You are back from NYC? When did you arrive and why have you tied me up? Is this a prank?" she questioned Vikram Jotwani, an old acquaintance. He lived near their mansion two years ago as a tenant but moved abroad for better opportunities. She didn't know why the man who was so sweet and caring before was keeping her hostage like that. Her memory slowly captured how a few goons hijacked her car, killed the driver and bodyguards, and took her with them before she could reach her husband. She knew her husband would reach out to her by hook or crook. The man who was always standing outside the hospital whenever she got later than her usual timing, unless informed earlier and cared enough to drive her home himself leaving her car to his guards would move heaven and hell to save her.

She was the daughter of a billionaire and knew that this was not a prank.

"Oh baby, your sweet voice. The recordings don't do justice to them at all. I hear you all day and night. I swear you torture with me cold showers every night. I missed you," Vikram said, sniffing around her scent, making her shiver in disgust.

"Are you even listening to yourself, Vikram Jotwani? You are sick. You were my friend, but right now you seem like a nutcase kidnapper," Sanvi snapped. Suddenly, his hands were on her throat as he tried to choke her. Sanvi breathed heavily but her eyes stayed on him as she kept glaring with a red layer framing her eyes. She would die, but not bend before the monster.

"This is all you, you bitch. You brought this upon yourself. I loved you, did everything to get you, became your friend, chauffeur, and even your dad's pet, but what did I get? You didn't even spare me a glance. The last string of my patience snapped when Neerav proposed your alliance with Ishaan. I knew I had to do something. I tried a lot to pit your father against that man but they were like two peas in a pod. Fucking bastards" Vikram cursed while increasing the pressure on her throat. Sanvi's mind worked on his words but her body was slowly leaving the strength to fight. Maybe this was her end. This was how she was going to bid goodbye to the world and spend her life with her love.

'Abhi Abhi toh unki mohabbat milni shuru hui thi, kaash kuch lamhe aur hote unke saath bitane ko. Subah se ek baar dekhne ka mauka bhi nahi mila, aise alvida kaise keh dein ham zamane ko' she thought with her heart wailing for his presence. She craved to see him for one last time before bidding bye to the world, but some people were just unlucky in love.