Brotherhood Billionaires Book 2
He wanted her then and he wants her now. And this time he won't let her go.
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Madhav Raj Singh Ranawat
No one knows the side of her that she hides fr...
Before you read the chapter I know Meera slapping Madhav wasn't right. And I don't support violence from both sides.
But she had her reasons. Any reason is not good enough but it's a story and something I wanted to try writing.
Happy Reading.
I am dealing with a writer's block so you will have to bear with me. Till I deal with it.
Bahe naina Bhare morey Naina Jhare morey naina...
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I can't move all I can see is the roof of the car. I want to open my mouth and scream and call for help but I can't even lift a finger. My body feels paralyzed. I want to move, fight but I can't do anything.
The drugs they injected in me turned my vision hazy and my body heavy. It's frustrating. I want to die. When you want to move and you can't your body Don't respond.
I don't know how long I have been in this car tied up. Death looks far better than this state of helplessness. The fear of the unknown.
I don't feel anything not the cloth that's stuffed in my mouth not the ropes that are tied on my wrists and ankles.
" Should I give her one more shot?" I hear a voice. No one reply.
He holds my cheek, his fingers digging into my skin. " I don't think. I doubt she can even see me. Must be still enjoying the high." He chuckles before shifting back to the front seat.
A lone tear slips from my eyes.
I can see him. Feel his touch on my skin. But I can't move. I don't know what my faith holds but death looks much better now.
I should try to make some noise.
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My eyes flew open as a screen left my throat.
My eyes feel heavy when I force them open. Lifting my hands I look at my wrist as my breathing turns out choppy. I can't breathe. My vision turns hazy as I clench my palm in a fist and back.
At least I can move my hand. My wrist is clean.
Still, it doesn't change a thing as I sit myself scanning my surroundings. I wipe the tears off my face. I can move freely and breathe.
But it's not my bed nor it's my room. I have never been here. I look at myself. I am still in the same clothes. I look for my phone like a lunatic as my heartbeat skyrockets and uneasiness crawls back in.
The door swings open. I need to run or hide. They are here. My eyes widen as I look at a familiar figure.
