MaNan: The Shattered Bond

6. A Different Day

Nandini

The feeling of being caged even after you have the whole freedom you need is starting to suffocate me.

Since last evening, I've done nothing but sit on this huge comfortable bed and think about ways to escape from here.

But everytime, my mind ends up drifted to none other then the guy who kidnapped me.

How immature of me to think he is my 'Guardian Stranger'.

I feel so stupid for thinking that, because he's the biggest reason why I'm here today, far from my family.

But then, who is he?

Is he a kidnapper? A smugler? A mafia? What exactly is he?

Because if I escape, what am I going to tell the police!? They're not going to believe me.

Especially when I tell them that he did nothing with me, just got me into a huge private jet, took me to a huge mansion and gave me this huge room to stay in, telling me this is my room from now on.

I've seen movies with kidnapping scenes, but in none of them, the prey got such a luxurious treatment.

I huff an irritated breath and get up from the bed, running a hand through my nest of a hair.

In this room, there are two doors, and from my discoveries yesterday, the left one is a bathroom and the right one is a walk-in closet, filled with clothes that I'm sure are of my size.

Yes, you heard me right.

I walk into the bathroom and after closing the door and scanning everything I needed around, I complete my morning chores and walk out with a towel wrapped around myself.

I look at my yesterday's clothes and weight the options, eaither I can wear the same ones or those new ones hanging in the closet.

After some minutes of thinking, I decide to go with the new clothes. They're for me, so I might as well just use them.

When I open the walk-in closet's door a fresh smell hits my nostrils, and the more I walk inside, the more I get mesmerized by the clothes placed in sections, from long dresses to hoodies, everything is placed in order and neatly.

I scan everything around and open all the drawers in the middle to find undergarments in some and accessories in others.

I move to the jeans section and pull out a dark blue ripped jeans and then a plain white T-shirt along with matching undergarments.

After putting them on, I wear my own converse shoes, brush my hair and finally opening the door, take some steps out while my eyes scan the surroundings I had missed to notice yesterday.

There is no doubt that Manik Malhotra is filthy rich.

I slowly and steadily walk down the stairs, scared to make any noise which can put me in trouble, even though a part of me doesn't care about that.

When I reach downstaris, I look around and on my left I see the living room we walked through yesterday to get to my room when I arrived.

My room? Can I even call it that?

On the opposite side, there's a little hallway which I didn't notice yesterday, so I decide to go that way in search of something. Anything.

Taking long strides, I reach a door, rather a closed door on the left side of the hallway and without even knocking, I open the door, only to be met with a site I wasn't expecting.

A lady, in her late 40's is swinging here and there completely ignoring the Bollywood music playing in the background, and something about the scene makes me think she's knowingly doing that.