" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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I couldn't sleep the night before, thinking about the mysterious visitor who had been standing outside my house yesterday. One part of me was convinced it was Suhail, back in search of me despite all the precautions Rafeeq and Uncle Ashok had taken to protect me. Suhail had the resources, the connections—he could easily send his men to find me. Which was why I haven not contacted anyone. Neither Adithya bhai, Anjali bhabhi, Elizey nor Rehan. Because what if he traced the call from them to me giving away my location. Although I feel sad and upset on talking to them and telling them about my condition I felt that this is the only way for me to protect them and myself from him.
But another part of me, the more logical part, argued that it wasn't Suhail. There were two reasons why I thought this.
Number one: The car following me was a dark blue sedan with tinted windows. From the time I'd been captive in his mansion, Suhail had always favored black SUVs for his operations. He believed they projected power and blended into the night. This vehicle, on the other hand, stood out in its ordinariness. It was a far cry from Suhail's usual style. It's hard to imagine him switching to something so... unremarkable.
Number two: The driver's behavior seemed oddly amateurish. Suhail's men are trained to be invisible, melting into traffic like ghosts. But this car had kept pace with me almost the entire way from the restaurant, maintaining a consistent distance that was just noticeable enough to raise my suspicions. Suhail would never allow such sloppy surveillance. His team would have used multiple vehicles, switching leads to avoid detection.
Please don't tell me I'm getting another stalker. Dealing with one was enough. I do not want another one.
Shrugging off my thoughts, I quickly started cooking breakfast, determined not to let my paranoia get the better of me. After all, I had work to get to, and while my current job offered the flexibility of arriving whenever I wanted, I didn't want to start the day on the wrong foot.
Just as I placed the cheese macaroni in my bowl, my phone rang. I turned off the gas and grabbed my phone, glancing at the screen to see who was calling.
'Ashok Sir.'
Shit. Why is he calling me? Although I do keep in contact with him from time to time to check whether Suhail has discovered my location and whether I need to make another escape, the timing of this call was unsettling.
Wait, was it him yesterday? Is he calling now to inform me?
Hesitantly, I picked up the call. "Hello, sir," I said, waiting for his response.
"Hello, beta, how are you?" His voice was warm and familiar, but there was an undertone that I couldn't quite place. Gathering my thoughts, I responded.
"I'm doing well, sir. How about you?" I tried to keep my voice steady, but the anxiety gnawed at me. Why was he calling now?
"I'm fine, beta. I just wanted to check in on you. It's been a few days since we last spoke. Everything alright on your end?"
