Ishan

Part 12

Ishan even panicked further..

They can't reverse as another car was behind them.

Ishan's heart pounded in his chest as he clutched his phone tightly, his fingers trembling. His mind was consumed with fear, and he glanced at the driver uncle, who was shaking just as much. 

Ishan cursed himself for putting the innocent driver in danger. One of the five men approached the car and, with a loud crash, shattered the window. Glass shards flew everywhere, and Ishan's pulse raced, his fear spiking.

His mind screamed at him to do something—anything. His hands fumbled with the phone, and almost instinctively, his fingers slid to Shubman's number. 

But before he could even think of calling, it was too late.

The men yanked open the doors and dragged both Ishan and the driver out of the car. Ishan struggled, his heart hammering in his chest. "LEAVE ME!!" he screamed, his voice cracking with panic. 

On the other side of the city, Shubman picked up his phone, confused. He was about to ask what happened when all he could hear were Ishan's desperate screams.

Shubman's eyes widened, adrenaline flooding his system. Something was very, very wrong.

"Ishan? ISHAN?!" he shouted into the phone, but the line was abruptly cut off.

Without a second thought, Shubman bolted into action, revving the engine. Where the hell was Ishan? He couldn't waste time thinking—he had to find him, fast.

Ishan's heart pounded violently against his ribs as he thrashed against the men holding him. His fists flew on instinct, connecting with one of them and then his foot kicked another, sending them stumbling back. 

But his resistance only made them angrier. Their grip tightened as they forced him against the side of the car, pinning him down. He winced as his back hit the metal with a dull thud.

The man who Shubman had beaten at the club earlier sneered in his face, grabbing Ishan by the collar. "Where is he, huh? Where's your lover?" he spat, his voice filled with venom.

Ishan's eyes blazed with fury, and he glared back with defiance. "Fucking leave me," he growled, his voice shaking with rage.

Another man stepped forward, his lips curling into a disgusting smirk. "Looks like you like it rough, don't you?"

Ishan's nostrils flared in disgust. He spit directly into the man's face, causing him to recoil. "Get off me, you filthy dogs!" he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt.

But that only provoked them further. The man wiped his face, his expression hardening with anger. 

One of them suddenly gripped Ishan's throat, squeezing tightly, making him gasp for breath. "We should show you what you really should be doing," he hissed, his eyes dark with sadistic intent.

Ishan choked, his hands instinctively clawing at the man's hand around his throat. He tried to scream, but the grip was too tight. 

Before he could make another move, another thug appeared in front of him, pulling a rum bottle from his jacket with a twisted grin. He unscrewed the cap, the smell of alcohol hitting Ishan's nose immediately.

"Time for a drink," the man sneered, shoving the bottle toward Ishan's mouth.

Ishan turned his head frantically from side to side, refusing to let the liquid touch his lips. "NO! Get away from me!" he shouted, his voice raspy from the pressure on his throat. 

But one of them grabbed his jaw harshly, forcing his mouth open as the man tipped the bottle. The alcohol splashed into his mouth, and though Ishan tried to resist, some of it spilled down his throat.