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Sometimes women love more.
"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fi...
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*NISHTHA'S POV*:-
The car hummed softly as it raced on the smooth asphalt roads of the Malabar hills. The constant humming of the car was the only voice that filled the thick, palpable silence of the car.
My eyes travelled to the rear view mirror to check over Krisha and Meera, none of them had spoken a word.
No question, no answers, nothing.
But that didn't mean they weren't worried.
They were too shocked to speak. The night was supposed to be full of merry making and joy, this sudden turn of events was too diffucult for us to catch up to.
The information about Ridha being kidnapped had pushed me in a whirlwind of questions- who, how, when, why.
Who ?
My stern guess was Karan Ahuja. That man was a blood psycho who could do anything to satisfy his demand.
Hell he had symptoms of NPD and Sexual Sadism Disorder too.
When ?
Tonight.
Why ?
I had no idea why he was doing this. His intentions were so unclear. Wasn't he dating Ridha ?
Why would he kidnap her ?
How ?
I don't know.
"Namah Shivaay, Namah Shivaay," the low chanting caught my attention.
I glanced back at Meera, she was sitting on the backseat with her eyes tightly closed and her lips moved fervently in worry as she persistently kept on chanting 'Namah Shivaay'.
Her face was contorted in discomfort and stress lines had formed on her forehead. Her fingers were literally quiverinh as she prayed with her thumb tracing over her fingers.
Beside her was Krisha, her usual chirpiness absent as she sat with her posture rigid against the backseat. Her face was pale, staring blankly out the window as if she searching for answers in the darkness that passed by.
Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, though, it didn't reflect on her face. Her tightened fist on her lap and her constant glances towards me, relayed her bewilderment.
