Drugged Love (On Hold)

22, part 2

Ishan pushed himself into a light striding run as he knew he was already late. His footsteps stomped on the gravel as the sun was now disappearing behind the buildings in the horizon. The feeling of Elena's flesh on his hands still remained and he couldn't help but replay the intense intimacy they had shared a few moments back in his head again and again. His mind wandered off to what Elena had said earlier.

"He tortures me, Ishan. And my mother. Physically" his fists tightened as her voice resonated in his ears. He was bought out of his thoughts by a vibration in his pocket. The ancient heavy phone vibrated so strongly that it could easily cause an earthquake in a small village.

OCG: You are late. Don't be too smart. You know how we handle traitors.

Ishan's blood boiled and he clenched his teeth. What did he mean by that? Was the dangerous drug lord threatening him? Had he some clue that he wished secretly to quit. Only Zakir had known that he had wanted to, but Ishan knew that Zakir wouldn't open his mouth about something like that. Besides Zakir had wanted to quit too since longer than he could imagine.

Ishan was practically ran the remainder of the distance as he reached the mansion. It looked incandescently dark from outside. The sun was still up but somehow it always looked like the walls found a way to block the sun. As he reached the gate, the guard let him in at once.

It would have been wrong to say that Ishan didn't feel anxious. He eyed his watch. He was late by a whole 40 minutes. He thought whether he would be beaten? Or on the contrary, they would take some part out of his commission. Ishan knew he wouldn't care a bit if it was the latter. As he reached the main lobby where he was expected to find Mr. Omar he was sweating profusely.

The drug lord was sitting drowsily on his big chair but before Ishan's eyes met his they met two other people in the room. The bald headed manager and another one of their men who Ishan had seen quite frequently before were eyeing him tensely. Ishan handed over the heavy packet to the manager and waited for some sort of acknowledgement from the drug lord who looked uncharacteristically dazed. His eyes were as intense as the last time Ishan saw him but he was staring continuously at an empty glass on table in front of him.

Drinking at five in the evening? Ishan thought.

"You are late? Why?" Ishan was terrified of the heavy voice which took him by surprise. He was speaking without making an effort to look up at Ishan.

As Ishan eyed him trying to think of what to say Elena's crying face took control of his consciousness for a moment. Ishan wanted to grab the glass from the table and smash it on the pathetic drug lord's head. The moment where he lifted Elena's top to reveal her scars replayed itself in his mind and he took one step forward. He stopped himself, his rationale taking the better of him.

There are better ways to get him Ishan , he told himself. Bringing himself back to the present moment, he uttered, "I got held up at school, sir" trying to sound convincing.

He could not help but hear a chuckle escape Mr. Omar's lips. He hoped it was not sarcastic. Mr. Omar placed his hands on the armrests of the chair and stood up requiring a more than normal effort. Ishan couldn't help but notice that although he looked muscular he moved quite slowly. He took a mental note of this, thinking it might help him later. Ishan shuffled his feet nervously as the heavy framed man moved towards him.

"Look at me boy", he demanded as Ishan who had been looking at the ground saw the man's shadow cover his feet.

Scared to his wits he craned his neck upwards to look into the glassy cold eyes of the man. He was intimidating, there was no doubting that and it was hard staring into his eyes when Ishan felt a boiling anger against the cruel man engulfing him. What he did to Elena was inhumane, maniac and psychopathic. He wanted to hit him, hit him as hard as he could. He wanted to make him feel helpless like he had made Elena and her mother feel for so long.

It was hard keeping his anger at bay but hitting him would be stupidity. He knew that this man was so resourceful and powerful that he could make him disappear from the city in a few hours.

"In this business, being late costs a lot. It could sometimes even cost life. Do you understand?" he continued and Ishan could feel his eyes piercing through him.

"Yes sir. It won't happen again," Ishan said wondering if the man was just being vague or it was directed at him.

"Good. He nodded to the manager. The manager handed over an envelope containing money to him and Ishan decided it was time to leave. As Ishan turned to go, he realised his throat was completely dried up after all the running he had done in the sun. He thought if it would be okay to ask for a glass of water. He turned back and to his relief Mr. Omar had already left the room.

"Hey can I have some water? "he asked the manager.

The manager nodded unsuspiciously and said, "Go upstairs. The first right is the kitchen. Be quick about it."

Ishan thanked him and reached the kitchen in no time.

As he entered, his jaw dropped and he stopped in his tracks. A familiar figure was propped up against the shelf chopping vegetables. He could only see her backside but the long hair which reached to her hips only revealing part of her thin waist in her crop top and her long caramel colored long legs were unmistakable.

She turned around and the taught face with her sharp features and intense eyes bought back memories which Ishan had long since suppressed. "Look who decided to show up?" she said with a half smile appearing across her familiar lips.

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I  know it has been more than a month since I updated this story. I apologize with all my heart to the constant readers of this story. I promise to be more serious with my updates now and will be updating every week, most probably every Friday.  Keep reading xd