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¤Kidnapped !!¤ ▪︎Amaira's Pov▪︎
"I love you guys so, so, so much!" I yell one last time, waving as I disappear into the underground basement. The cheers echo above us, still thundering down the stairs. I catch Leone's grin, and we both share a knowing look—our fans' excitement is electric, lingering like an afterglow.
"I just love doing thi." Leone says, handing his guitar to a staff member. I chuckle at his words, feeling a surge of pride as I exchange smiles with the crew, all of them nodding and clapping as we walk by.
Inside my changing room, the female staff wait, offering to help, but I assure them I can handle it. With a grateful smile, they leave, and I let myself sink onto the couch, letting my muscles relax, relishing a moment of solitude. After a few minutes, I stand, wipe off my makeup, and slip into a comfortable white floral dress. My hair goes up in a cute, messy high bun.
A knock interrupts me. "Princess!" It's Uncle Wicki's voice.
I open the door to his warm smile and a gentle pat on my head. He praises my performance, though I notice a slight tension beneath his words. He doesn't mention it, so I decide not to press—maybe it's just the weight of the long day.
"I'm starving, Uncle." I pout, making him laugh. He shakes his head, replying, "I'll be back with some healthy food." I roll my eyes. "Please, some junk food?" I plead.
"No way!" he responds, chuckling as he walks away. I watch him before locking the door again after glancing at the gaurds standing on either side of the door.
Once alone, I pick up my phone and dial Ashvik. The call fails, his phone off. I frown, trying again. Still no answer. Odd. He wouldn't leave without me, would he?
I text him, but only one tick appears. Frustrated and a little worried, I try calling Sumit bhai, but there's no answer there either. A faint anxiety prickles at me.
A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. Thinking it must be Uncle Wicki with food, I get up, but as I open the door, I'm startled to find Rehan standing there, dressed in black—trousers and a hoodie, the hood pulled low over his head.
I glance around, surprised not to see any guards by the door. I turn back to Rehan, my concern deepening as he meets my gaze and whispers, "Bhabhi."
"Rehan? What's wrong? Where's Ashvik? I've been calling him, but his number is switched off." My voice falters, noticing something unsettling in his expression—gone is the sweet, innocent smile I'm used to. His face is empty, almost haunting.
