DANGEROUS HOTTIE

10 | KIDNAPPED ... but by whom !

Precap: IN PREVIOUS CHAPTER as we saw manik's past, also he gets into fight and gets laid to stop thinking about nandini.

And here is where the chapter begins

CAUTION :MATURE CONTENT

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: Nandini gets kidnapped in the club.

Nandini POV

I opened my eyes and saw nothing. Oh Shit! Have I gone blind? Did all those hours sitting before my laptop make me blind like momma used to say? I panicked and started to stand up when I was jerked back. I pulled at my wrists again and realized that they were tied up.

But how and why in Ayyappa's name my head feels like thousands of elephants were dancing over it. I took a deep breath and tried to rewind my memory. Okay so yesterday Mukti had broken and we decided to celebrate err I mean drink our sorrows by going to the club. We had a couple of drinks and she left me. I was angry(still am) at manik's audacity to treat me like I am made for his personal satisfaction only and to prove him wrong and that I can get any guy I want had gone to the dance floor.

I started gyrating all over that cute surfer guy and then...I screwed my eyes tight and then I was feeling dizzy and was tossed over somebody's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. After that I remembered nothing.

Like a person falling slowly from the building top in Bollywood movies, the realization came to me in that way. I am kidnapped. It took a few seconds to sink in. Holy Shit I am kidnapped by some sick bastard who kidnaps young women dancing in clubs for who knows what purpose. I wasn't raped because I couldn't feel any soreness there.

Unless he is some sadistic bastard who wants their victim to be conscious before doing it. Or this is some kind of freaky cult where they brainwash people to work for their leader. Or I am kidnapped by a werewolf because I was his mate and couldn't ask me for a date being afraid I would reject him.

Or I accidentally summoned me in the Harry Potter universe and they couldn't obliviate me since I was muggle and they were deciding what to do with me (Dadi always says nothing is impossible).

Before my brain could form more outlandish theories - like my father was secretly Voldemort and for my sake we moved to a muggle world - I heard someone approaching me.

Click click click

My muscles tensed in anticipation though I knew I couldn't do anything against my kidnapper. He - for I had an institution that it was a male - came towards me and just stood there.

The air was filled with heavy tension and I decided that if that arsehole even tried anything funny I am going to kick him in the production maker. My legs were not tied up (thank god for small mercies) and I could sense his position.

He moved closer to me. My breath hitched in my throat as the scent registered my senses. He smelled of white chocolate and Italian chianti, her two favourites and the combination of them was making her head spin and mouth water. She discarded her earlier plan and decided to wait for her captor to make the first move. After all he can't be that bad if he's smelling like that.

I was pulled out from my musings when I felt slightly calloused fingers ghosting over my cheek, not quite touching but rousing a fresh trail of goosebumps as they traced my jawline, lingering over her pulse, running down the hollow of my neck to my chest and finally resting in the air above my waist.