Manan:To kill or not to kill{Mafia Love Story}

Chapter 3

Nandini pov:

As soon as Manik left, I started looking for a way out. The window seemed like a good idea until I opened it and saw I was on the third floor. The fact that there were several heavily-armed men on the ground didn't encourage me either. It was when the chilly air hit my face that I realized I wasn't in New York anymore. I looked outside, trying to figure out where I was- it was a very unsettling feeling, not knowing where I had spent the last, God knows how many hours. I ignored the pull of my curiosity and got to work on finding another escape route. The bathroom window was too small for me to fit through, the front door was locked and the vents were in the high ceiling. I flopped down on the bed and rubbed my temples, trying to remember what my dad had told me to do if I ever got in a situation like this.

Try to get as much information out of the people who've got you. Ask them where you are, and most of all, don't lose focus. Look around you, 'get the lay of the land,' so to speak. When you're sure they're bot looking, try to get help. Contact me or anyone else in the forces and tell them all you can about your location- the type of building you're in, the landscape around the house and even the colour of the soil. Anything helps.

I documented everything I had noticed since I came here in my head: coniferous vegetation, chilly air, rich brown soil, sandstone brick house and wooden paneling on inner walls. Of course, there was no phone or computer in the room, so I couldn't call or email anyone. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard the door unlock, and saw a petite girl with long black hair come in with a tray filled with food. She had a huge grin on her pretty face and walked up to me gracefully, putting the tray down on the bed and pulling me into a hug.

"Hello, Nandini! I'm Alia! You don't mind if I call you Nandu right?"

"Nice to meet you Alia," I choked out. "And no, I don't mind at all. Now would you mind not squeezing the life of out of me. I never really planned on being hugged to death."

She drew back and gave me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I tend to get ahead of myself sometimes."

I laughed and said, "It's okay. I can be like that, too. So, I guess you're, rather unfortunately in my opinion, related to Manik?"

"Yes," she giggled. "I'm his younger sister."

As much as I wanted to hate Alia, I couldn't. Sure, her brother had kidnapped me but I got the feeling she had nothing to do with his world. She seemed like the exact opposite of Manik, and had me feeling at ease instantly.

She sat down next to me, and handed me a plate piled with chocolate croissants, waffles, and pancakes. I thanked her and dug in, ravenous from not eating for so long. Navya munched on a croissant as well, so I was sure the food wasn't poisoned.

"I've got some clothes for you as well. I'll get them from my room when you're done eating," she said absently.

I swallowed my last bite and asked, "Alia, where are we?"

She looked at me apprehensively, chewing on her lip. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to tell you that."

"Oh, for God's sake Alia!" I exclaimed. "What harm would it do if I knew what frickin' country I'm staying in?"

"All right! We're in Zurich, Switzerland!"

My eyes bugged out of my head as I stared at her. "I'm in Switzerland? Are you kidding me?" Secretly, I was extremely glad I was here. I knew people in Zurich that I knew would help me out if I could contact them. The irony of the fact that my summer vacation spot had turned into my prison was not lost on me, but no one needed to know that.

Alia looked at me with pity, and said, "We would have stayed in New York, but your father was having every inch of the city searched, so we had to get out. Cabir's and Navya's wedding is supposed to be in three weeks, but now that we're here, who knows how long we'll have to stay. Navya is so pissed off at Manik right now, she's just about ready to snap him into pieces."