Crossing The Devils Path

chap 9-problem problem!

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Richa's pov:
I stormed downstairs and went straight to my room. I shut the door and stood in front of the mirror and burst laughing.
Like really? This guy needed to consult a psychiatrist. What the hell was wrong with him . No way in hell was I going to do what his so called stupid, idiotic, senseless plan was.i am not going to be his puppet at any cost.
I mindlessly wandered towards the balconey. Once I reached inside my eyes instantly fell on the edge of the garden.
The gate-yes that's what I had been planning . I had to escape before Mr senior Carlson introduces me to everyone as Richards to be wife. I just had to fine a way to get out of here....think richa think.

Just when I was thinkin someone knocked on my door. I instantly knew who it would be. So I got up and opened the door. I saw a well dressed Richard, more like ready- for -office Richard standing in front of me. This guy was mouth-wateringly handsome. My hormones seemed to be all over the place especially when he smiled his favourite devilish smirk.
"What?" I asked irritated.
"May I come in Miss Chadda." He asked gently.
I motioned with my hand for him to come in.

I sat on the bed and he sat on the armchair next to me.
"You walked away " he said
"Oh yes I did beca.." I stopped mid sentence because I saw him get up and bend closer to me.
"Miss Richa let me complete. No one I repeat no one shows me their back and walks off. You are the first one
and hopefully it will not happen again. Secondly, if you think that just because I was good to you these few days I will understand your views on my plan. No! You get it no!" His voice held a deadly calm. The kind of calm before a destructive storm.
He sat down next to me and pushed me on the bed. I felt paralysed  when he climbed on me. I tried to move, but he straddled me against him. It was uncomfortable and hot at the same time.
Hot!really Richa? I mentally slapped myself on that thought.
"If you defy me let alone say no to what I told you to do , you have no clue what I am capable of. I am ruthless especially when it comes to getting work done. From now on you will see this side of me. Get ready because tomorrow my father will be introducing as an engaged couple. I expect you to act like we are in love. If you behave otherwise then beware you will be facing dire consequences. Which if you want me to specify includes losing your job, landing in british jail or being treated as a refugee ....or maybe ...just maybe I will keep you here as my slave ." He said it all clearly and emphasised on the word slave .

I was shocked, flushed , angry all at the same time. He got up , straightened his suit and left. I sat down on the bed and replayed the scene in my head.
Jail?refugee?...slave? what kind of a web was I caught in? I felt like an insect caught in a spider's web . Who was waiting for his death because he knows as soon as the spider sees him he is going to be dead very soon.

Soon it was afternoon and I had spent half of my day thinking and sulking around. I had lunch alone as Richard was in the office. Then I decided to stroll around in the garden for sometime. I was walking around the place trying to brainstorm ideas to get out of this luxurious prison.
A million questions were left unaswered to me. To begin with- I still didn't completely understand why would Richard save my life but bring me to London instead of taking me home? I sure as hell owed him for saving me but here everything was at stake. My job, my family, ......possibly even my life.
The worst part was I didn't even know what these Carlson's where actually capable of. They belonged to London's rich and elite society but again internet search on them said that they liked to have their own way with things.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. Seriously all this thinking was giving me a headache now. So for time being I decided to play along. I just had to pretend like i was ready for the role he wanted me to play. All I had to do was be alert and find a way or someone that would help me get out of here. Its been almost a week here and I was already fed up. I really don't know how long would I be able to put up with all this. So I took a nice long shower and fell asleep thinking.

When I got up it was evening already. So i decided to go see if Richard returned from office or not. I asked the maid servant when he would be back but she said that she had no clue because he usually came home late or slept in his apartment in the office building. I decided to take a tour of the house. I went to his room which was empty and  turned to go but curiosity tookover me. So I stepped inside and decided to look around.
His room was wow.. bigger and more furnished than mine. It was like a one room flat in itself with a king size bed . It also contained adequate seating area . With a designer glass table in the middle and two comfortable looking black mini sofas on either side. His closet was left a little open so I went over to take a look. I knew it would have been a walk-in closet but when I started walking inside it I realised it was huge. God knows how many different kinds and shades of black , grey , blue... suits were neatly arranged in the closet. On the opposite side were all casuals -jeans, t-shirts, shirts...and alot more
He had a rack like a huge rack of shoes then another of sports wear .I was standing there in awe when I heard a sound like a click. I disregarded it and continued looking at all of Richard's belongings. When I was finally satisfied that I had seen it all I walked to the door to go out . Surprisingly it had become darker  then before inside the closet. I thought it must have been due to the fact that it was almost night by now . But I didn't know the exact reason until I reached the door- It was shut . I started banging it frantically because I was claustrophobic. Staying in a small area or room for long made me feel suffocated and I had already got a panick attack.
"Helloo? Is anyone there? Im locked In the closet please open it. Please!!"" Excuse me open the door now!" I kept on screaming for a while untill I realised that probably there was no one in his room now. The maid must've locked the door thinking Richard left it open by mistake. Damn it! I thought and banged the door with my one fist and placed the other palm on the place next to it . I felt something like a switch and turned it on . I was relieved to realise he had lights in his closet alteast. But no fan or any kind of ventilation ; I sighed .
My friends always told me I was a problem attracting  magnet. Problems either came to me or I conveniently ran right into them . I never believed them and thought that life was a roller coaster ride so nothing can be forseen.  But here I was proving them right, stuck in the closet of  mutli billionaire asshole Mr Richard Carlson.