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75.Traitor, traitor

"Lured her in," Jay said in the call as he held you by your upper arm. "Not really bound. I got zip ties from a janitor's closet."

The sedative had taken effect, gradually increasing your drowsiness and toning down your coherence.

You couldn't really hear what he was saying. Your hands were tied behind your back, and your vision was a blur.

A cacophony of distant noises was what you deciphered, starting to sway a little.

"The drug takes time to kick in," he said again before crouching down, binding your feet together with another zip tie.

As he let go of your arm, your body slumped back to the railing of the balcony, attached to the emergency staircase.

You tried to hold on with your hands, which were restricted to little to no movements.

Traitor, you thought as you looked at him, about to set your world on fire.

Jay balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear, listening to the instructions.

"Got it," he replied before standing up straight again.

Your eyes opened and closed rapidly as you tried to stay awake, while he held the phone in his hand, leaning over to look at the ground.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," he said and took a tape out from his pocket. He wasn't going to take chances. "But this is my job."

"What-"

The rest of your sentence was cut off as he taped your mouth before crouching down again.

Jay wrapped his hands around your ankles, making your eyes widen as he pushed you over the railing.

Your eyes shut, expecting to either crash against the ground or be met with blood and your afterlife.

At most, you were on the fourth floor and you barely had any time for last thoughts, let alone words.

But your body landed against an elastic surface instead and jumped up before coming to rest.

"Grab her," a slightly familiar voice said, bringing you out of your shock.

You managed to open your eyes and found- Nile? Neil? Whatever his name was, you found him standing in front of you.

It was when you averted your eyes to look around that they widened again.

The panic grew, exploding in your chest, streaming down your cheeks as you stared at the person next to him.

Someone who played the lead in all your night terrors. One half of the people who subjected you to all the trauma in your life.

You used the last bit of energy in you, squirming and trying to get away from the arms that grabbed you, not able to make a sound.

"There are men waiting for you at the dock," Sidharth appeared as your vision started fading away, yet the tears did not stop. "You're on your own thereafter."

All your uncle did was hum in response, not about to look the gift horse in the mouth, and stared back at you.

Everything was moving slowly. You didn't know what to do.

You could hear nothing. But you saw the ultion in his eyes and dread burgeoned within you.

Anxiety was eating you up little by little. Your movements ceased, unable to fight back the sleep anymore.

He was still staring at you, being put in the trunk of a car.

As it closed shut, your vision was left filled with darkness, and so was your world.

-

Shubman clasped his sister's hand, afraid she'll vanish if he let go.

Ishan kept sinking deeper into his chair, his already pale skin becoming an undeniable resemblance to a fresh corpse.

He didn't know what he felt, holding her hand, or looking at his best friend who laid his head beside her arm.

The world saw him as a cruel murderer, and said that almost every sinful action he ever committed can be traced back to a selfish motive. A trait he hated in other people but justified in himself.

They call him ruthless, or simply, heartless.

But Shubman wasn't just doing it for himself.

He has never cared for anyone else, except his family who made every second mean something.

And now that maybe his world was about to shatter, he was lost. By the fact that he could possibly lose a person he loves so much.

His sister and Ishan are the only people he's ever cared about, like he does for his parents. And at most, even more significant was you-

Shubman's head whipped around to look at the spot where you were standing. Right where he let your hand go.

Finding it empty, his eyes searched the part of the corridor that was visible.

He saw no one except his men and a doctor, who walked in with a few nurses.

Looking at Ishan's unresponsive self one more time, he got up from the edge of the bed, starting to make his way towards the door.

Outside the room, he still couldn't find you.

Shubman felt a tug at his heart, but ignored it, telling himself that you were near him. Just somewhere near.

Robin had just ended his conversation with another doctor, about the procedures and formalities of the surgery.

He was at his boss's side the very next second, waiting in case he was about to say something.

"Where's Y/n?" His voice tried to remain stoic, wavering just a bit with the weight of his emotions.

Robin wanted to say something, then looked away for a moment, knowing he didn't have an answer.

"She went that way," one of his men standing beside added quietly.

"How many went with her?" Shubman asked, looking at the direction the former pointed at.

"Ma'am asked to be left alone," he answered, doubting if more details were relevant but added anyway. "But Jay said that he'll stay."

His feet took him down the corridor, pushing the door to the emergency staircase open.

The place was dimly lit, and empty.

Except for a few lights, the only other source of illumination was the door to a balcony attached to it, left open.

However, one thing caught his eye.

Shubman stared at it, walking forward slowly and picking a familiar accessory up from the floor.

His blood ran cold, holding the handmade bracelet in his palm.

Something like panic struck at him.

He moved quickly to the balcony, finding it empty too, except for a syringe dropped on the floor.

His heart trembled, and he made himself lean over the railing to look at the ground, telling himself that you won't be down there.

Not in the worst of the ways Shubman's mind made him think.

A shaking breath escaped him, finding the ground empty too.

But that did little to ease the storm that brewed within him.

You were taken.

His brain told him. And it was all his fault. He wasn't paying attention.

Shubman clutched your bracelet in his hand, his breathing getting heavier as he yelled for Robin.

It was like when you make a move in chess, and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you've made.

And there's this panic.

Because you don't know yet the scale of disaster you've left yourself open to.

Neither did Shubman.