Zeeshan was again looking at the footages when someone banged his door.
" Who the hell is this." Zeeshan frowned angrily at the ill-manered person.
" Come in." The moment he answered the door was pushed open and a horrified girl entered.
" S-ir." The girl said breathlessly.
" Shivangi? What's wrong?" Zeeshan stood up looking at her panicked state.
" They caught her!" Shivangi said.
" Who?" Zeeshan asked.
" Kidnappers sir! They caught her!" Shivangi almost yelled.
" Her? Who her?" Zeeshan frowned grabbing his phone.
" I-I don't know her. They pulled her in the room, they are kidnapping her." Shivangi cried.
" Where are they?" Zeeshan asked furiously.
" I locked them in the changing room." Shivangi said.
" Well done. Where's Tanmay?" Zeeshan asked as he marched outside his cabin with Shivangi hot on his tail.
" I couldn't find him." Shivangi shook her head.
" Sir." Tanmay called Zeeshan.
" I got the address, I'm going there." Tanmay told Zeeshan.
" Do it later, call police as for now." Zeeshan said walking towards the changing room which was locked from outside.
Tanmay quickly obliged when he noticed Shivangi's panicked face.
Reaching the door Zeeshan asked Shivangi to move aside and cautiously unlocked the door without making any noise.
Taking a deep breath he pushed open the door startling the people inside.
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" Take this phone outside and destroy it." The lady told the man.
" It looks expensive." The man commented.
" Tumhara hai? Nhi na, jitna kaha utna kro!" The lady barked making him roll his eyes.
( Is it yours? No right, then do as I said!)
" Zindagi me kabhi meetha bola hai kisise? Nagin jaise zehr ugalti ho munh kholti ho toh." The man scoffed making Aayla nod innocently.
( Have you ever talked sweetly with anyone in your life? You spew venom like a snake whenever you open your mouth.)
" Isse pehle isi zehr se mr jao tum, jitna kaha utna kro." The lady snapped again.
( Before you die with this venom, do what I said.)
Aayla was hating every moment of being there. That lady was so rude and vile, how did she got a job with this behaviour, Aayla wondered.
" Lock kiya hai darwaza?" The man asked frowning.
( You locked the door?)
" Nhi." The lady shook her head.
( No.)
" Khul nhi rha hai." The man said.
( It's not opening.)
The lady sighed angrily as she pushed him aside to open the door only to frown.
" Kholo shaktiman, kya hua?" The man mocked.
( Open it strongman, what happened?)
" It's jammed." The lady said kicking the door.
Pulling a chair she sat on it dialing a number when suddenly the door pushed open making the ground slip under her feet.
She was doomed.
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Arranged with Mr.Extrovert
Short StoryAn Introvert getting arranged to marry an Extrovert. She is shy, soft, timid and quiet. He is bold, tough, confident and gossiper. He is her eldest brother's only bestfriend. She is his only bestfriend's only sister. She doesn't like his talkative...
