Runaway Or Kidnapped?

Chapter 41

##VEDIKA'S pov##

'Why are you using a lighter to lit the room? Have you become this poor? Do you want any help? I am sure, I can help you with some taunts and insults.' I asked to the person seated in front of me, in the most fakest sweet tone of mine.

'Oh you don't have to worry about me. The only one who has to worry among us is, you.' He said and snapped his fingers and the lights were switch on.

'Get to the point, why did you call me. You know I have my after wedding rituals to be done. I have no time unlike you.'

'Don't you worry about that. Me and my son will  send you as soon as possible back to your husband, oh wait, let me correct it, husband soon to be a widower.' He said with a smirk.

'You are delusional. Your shitty son is dead. And what did you say? My husband, soon to be a widower?  Not even in your dreams. I think you need a psychiatrist. Okay, bye dear uncle.' I said and turned around and walked straight towards the door to leave, as I was about to open the door, he pulled my hairs from behind and threw me on the ground.

'You think too much of yourself, don't you? You sickening woman,  you don't even know how to talk to elders, don't even  know how to dress up and on top of all that you being a girl don't know how to cook? You run away from your marriage to stay with 3 strangers!?'  I was struggling to get up. It was really hard to get up because 

1) I am wearing heels  and 2) I am still in my wedding attire. I told you to remind me!

But somehow, I managed to.

'Shut up! Who the hell do you think you are? You have no rights to accuse me! The ones whom I stayed with were not strangers, they are my best friends! The moral lectures that you give me all the time, you should have given that to your son at least he would have been alive now. But I still doubt that because your advises are only full of shit! Just like you and your son! I so wish he was alive now, I would have beaten the pulp out of him after what he did to me, you know that jer-

I was cut in between when he came closer to me and  grabbed my hand and pushed me down, hello Mr. ground, again! 

He grabbed my hair so tight that I felt all my hair roots are no longer gonna have any roof. 

 Woah, nice one. 

Then he said, 'Dare you talk about my son like that again!.... I see that you wish to meet my son, so, your wish is my command. Come out my dear son.' Ha as if, I thought. I just rolled my eyes. He could not come out alive, right? Could he.

'HELLO, MY DEAR SISTER.' His voice...He..He..is..a-ali-ve. This cannot happen. How can it happen?. He cannot be alive. This is not a movie going on.

 Hot tears started rolling down my cheeks. Anxiety started rolling me up. I gulped, in fear looking at him. He had a smirk on his face looking at my vulnerable self, the 7 year old girl was back.