Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when the...
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Here's the second update of the day.
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Mythili's POV ~
The hours crawled by, each second heavier than the last. The darkness only amplified the pounding in my head, and my muscles screamed in protest from being tied for so long. The pain was almost unbearable, but the fear was worse. Baba hadn't stirred, and with each shallow breath he took, my panic grew.
I couldn't stop my mind from spiraling. Where was Shivaay? Did he even know what had happened to us? Was he out there looking for us, or were Kapoor and Shivaay's father still playing their sick game, leading him in circles?
The first night passed slowly. I had no sense of time—only the constant dread that lingered in the pit of my stomach. My lips were dry, and my throat burned from thirst. They hadn't given us food or water since we were dragged here. Dad's threats replayed in my mind over and over, his sickening smirk burned into my thoughts.
On the second day, I tried to loosen the ropes around my wrists, using what little strength I had left. But the knots were tight, digging deeper into my skin with every futile attempt. My wrists were raw, bleeding in some spots. Baba still hadn't moved. His breathing was labored, shallow.
I tried to focus on anything else to keep from losing my mind. But all I could think about was Shivaay. His face, the way he used to look at me, that quiet intensity in his eyes. He wouldn't let them win. He wouldn't let them hurt me. I had to believe that. It was the only thing keeping me from completely unraveling.
But the longer the hours dragged on, the more doubt crept in. What if they'd done something to him? What if he didn't even know we were here?
Just when I thought I couldn't take the silence anymore, the door creaked open again. The dim light flickered, casting long shadows across the room as his men entered, dragging in a tray of food—if you could call it that. A slice of stale bread and a glass of water.
I glanced at Baba, my throat tightening. He needed that water more than I did, but there was no way for him to drink in his current state.
One of the men noticed my gaze and, without a word, kicked Baba's side. I gasped, tears immediately welling up as the sight of him lying there so helpless crushed me. He groaned faintly, but he didn't wake.
"Eat," the man ordered, shoving the tray toward me.
I glared at him, swallowing the lump in my throat, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing my pain. But hunger gnawed at my stomach, and I knew I needed to keep up my strength, for Baba's sake. Reluctantly, I took a bite of the bread, each chew more difficult than the last as anger and helplessness twisted inside me.
The man grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look up at him. "Kapoor says you're running out of time, princess. Better start thinking about your options."
