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💓HEALING WOUND-CHAPTER-32

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My vision was all fuzzy at first, like I was waking up inside a bad dream. I was stuck in this old, rickety chair—my wrists and ankles tied up with rough rope that scratched my skin. The air was heavy with the nasty smell of cigar smoke and spilled liquor. Ugh, it made my stomach flip.

Pieces of what happened hit me all at once—the men, Javier's goons, their rough hands dragging me into the car, that sharp prick of a needle... and then, where the hell was Naveen? Panic gnawed at my throat, but I shoved it down. No tears, not here. Not in front of these monsters. I had to be strong.

I had to get out. I had to find Camila and the kids and get them safe with Adrian and Carlos uncle. The thought of Camila and the little ones stuck with that jerk made my chest ache. And Adrian... God, the guilt he'd feel if he knew. I squeezed my eyes shut, picturing his face—so strong, with this fierce love for family. He'd never break down, but that guilt? It would eat him alive. And I can't let that happen.

Escape felt impossible, but I wasn't giving up. Not for Camila, not for the kids, and definitely not for Adrian. He deserved better than a scared, broken girl. He deserved someone strong. The shy Meera who used to hide behind her dad? She wouldn't survive this.

I am Meera—the woman who runs my father's import-export business. Taking a shaky breath, I forced my hands to stop trembling. They wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing me scared.

Then a rough voice broke the silence. "Looks like the shortie's awake."

I lifted my chin, shooting daggers at the goons. "Let me go, you brainless idiots!"

Their laughter filled the grimy basement—like hyenas feeding on a bad joke. One of them swaggered over, this sick grin on his face. His filthy finger traced my cheek. I jerked away fast, spitting, "Don't you dare touch me, you disgusting dog!"

His grin disappeared, replaced by a snarl. Then he grabbed my hair. Pain shot through my scalp, and I squeezed my eyes shut, biting down on the pain.

"Gary," another goon drawled, "the boss said hands off. Let's get word to him."

The jerk let go, muttering curses, joining his buddies who were back to their cards like nothing happened. Every second here felt like forever.

Then, from the shadows, Javier Vargas appeared. My heart slammed against my ribs, a cold knot tightening in my stomach. But I kept my face calm, hiding the fear.

He grabbed my jaw hard, leaning in close. In Spanish, he sneered, "¡Este chico Hernández atrapó a una chica sexy!" (This Hernandez guy caught a hot girl for himself!)

He thought I didn't understand, but I did. Anger and fear twisted inside me. I forced my voice steady and asked, "What do you want with me? Why are you doing this?"

Javier's smile was cruel and twisted. "You're lucky. VSP wants you badly. He's on his way. You'll be flown to India."

My mind raced. Who the hell is VSP? Why me?