Rajas : Passion Unveiled

Chapter 97

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Ishani's POV

2 days later

Darkness engulfs me whole. I ignore the presence beside me, the jostling of the car, the brutal grip on my arm, the chill of the AC, the cold sweat breaking at the back of my neck and the foul smell of a cigarette.

I gasp in a breath of fresh air when the black plastic bag is taken off my head. Blinking to clear my hazy vision, my gaze falls on the tattoo on the inside of the wrist of the man hauling me out of the car in the dead of the night.

A vulture in a triangle.

The same mark I have seen at the wrists of every other men who Khurana gave the 'responsibility' of 'handling' me. 

Lokesh Khurana

I haven't seen him since the day I got kidnapped. It's as if he doesn't want to face me. But why? Why hasn't he come back?

All these people have done, is haul me from one location to another. The fact that they think I have gone crazy is a fortunate addition that makes them stay away from me. But nothing has happened. 

Something should have happened by now, right?

I stumble inside the small storehouse as one of the men shoves me inside. The moment I was inside they dragged the shutter down locking me in. My eyes blink in ana ttempt to adjust my vision to the dark.

A small cough slips out of me at the sheer amount of dust covering the room. Tons of boxes lined the wall barely leaving any space. I sit with a heavy sigh, leaning back against one of the boxes. The sound of footsteps stops, signaling that the men have taken their position as usual. Guarding me. 

From what? I never know.

I focus on the boxes surrounding me, each adorned with the same sigil. A vulture in a triangle. 

What is this? What does this signify?

My chains clank together as I grab the box to my left. I press my nail into the gap between the flaps covered by tape in an attempt to tear it. My pained grunt echoes in the warehouse as the tip of my nail snaps but the box remains closed. A startled flinch erupts through me when the shutter gets rattled as one of the men outside hits it hard.

"Hey! No funny business in there!", he yells gruffly, the threat clear in his voice. My heart hammers in my chest and I clench my trembling fists. 

No. I must focus. She said it will be one of these boxes. A pang of hopelessness hits my chest as I stare at the boxes. So many. There are so many of them. How will I ever find it in time-