A Maaneet Tale
Kidnapped
As I lay in bed, I could feel someone's eyes on me.
The hair on my arms stood up on end, and my hands had started to turn cold and clammy. I could literally feel his eyes taking in every feature of my face as I lay under the covers, but really there was nothing I could do. So I just lay there, and let him watch me.
I stared at the ceiling, feeling tired of all this. Of him watching me, of him scaring me, and of him disturbing my sleep. I had so many questions on my mind. Who is this guy? What is his motive? And most importantly, what does he want from me? I could have written a whole book on my questions and I nearly considered doing so, since I was bored out of my mind until I jumped from hearing a noise. I looked up and saw it was Maan.
He barged inside the room without even taking a glance at me and then angrily sat down on his chair, his skin shiny from a layer of sweat. I knew he had just took out his anger on the punching bag in the gym room. Since the punching bag didn't satisfy him enough, he began to drown himself in work and closed the world around himself. He picked up his pen and began writing. Fast. His nostrils flared and I just about managed to catch the flash of anger in his eyes.
Eventually, I couldn't bare to see his anger. I turned to my side and pulled the duvet up to my head, wanting to block out his anger; and my questions.
After that, I didn't know what had happened because I had probably passed out. When I awoke, I found Maan in the exact same position; except he was immersed in even more work; and his anger had reached the top of the meter. I turned my head slightly to see the time and was shocked when I realized I had slept so much. It was 6:00pm as I climbed out of bed and walked up to Maan, trailing my finger down his arm up to the hand which clutched the pen. I pryed his fingers off the pen and then took his hand in mine, giving him my sweetest smile.
As I held his hand, I reached for the curtains to my side and closed them with my free hand. I knew the guy was gone since the prickly feeling on my arms was no longer there, but I closed the curtains anyway.
"Your so angry" I said and propped myself comfortably on his lap. I wrapped my hands around his neck and gazed lovingly in his eyes. His hands circled my waist as I planted a soft kiss on his lips.
Maan: "Not anymore" he said and I noticed that for the first time, the twinkle in his eyes was gone. It wasn't there anymore.
Man, I would give anything to get that twinkle back.
"Do you think he can see us?" I asked and we both knew I was referring to the guy. Before answering, he quickly glanced around us before returing his gaze into mine.
Maan: "Who cares. I bet he's jealous" he said, a little smirk on his face as his hand travelled slowly up my back. I arched my back and closed my eyes, wanting him to do more; but still knowing it wasn't possible when someone was watching our every move.
"I can't believe you can joke about that" I said
As we stared into each other's eyes, a sudden question entered my mind. Had Maan picked Muskaan up from school? Thousands of ugly thoughts raced in and out of my head.
"Did you pick Muskaan up?" I asked
Maan: "Yes, relax. She's in her room" he answered
Later that night, nothing happened.
Nothing at all.
No weird noises.
No sounds.
No voices.
No phone calls.
***
It was only until I woke up in the middle of the night.
Maan lay beside me, his face hidden in my neck as he snored softly. I huddled closer to him and clutched his slack hand tightly. I pulled the covers up a little more, as if that could protect me from the guy who had started to watch me again.
His breathing on my neck comforted me slightly as I stared at the ceiling. My hands had turned cold and clammy again as I closed my eyes tight, trying to get back to sleep.
I opened them again when I couldn't.
I decided to count sheep and I had reached up to 1034 sheeps when I felt a finger trail down my arm and I knew it wasn't Maan's finger. It was somebody else.
"M-Maan!" I exclaimed, nudging him hardly so I could get him to wake up. The unfamilar finger had turned to a hand and had reached my ankles.
***
"MAAN!"
My eyes flicked open at the screech that had jolted me up on bed. I could hear the sounds of nails going through the wooden floor, like a cat on a scratching post. I turned around, only to see the end of Geet's hand followed by the bedroom door closing with a bang.
My heartbeat increased as I fumbled with the covers and climbed out of bed. I could hear her scream my name again from the other end of the door. I grabbed a shirt that I had threw on the chair and slipped it on while I ran down the stairs, having no time to button up. Just as I reached the end of the stairs, I saw Geet's dubatta slither away before the door that led to outside shut with another bang that echoed around the hallway.
Quickly, I pressed a button on the wall that activated the alarm which was linked to my phone. I grabbed my shoes and put them on as quick as I could before opening the door and running outside to my car.
***
The guy, whoever he was; grabbed both my ankles and pulled me out of bed. My bottom hit the floor and I cried out in pain as he slid me across the wooden floor. The guy turned me around so this time, my face was facing the floor. I looked for anything to hold but unfortunately, nothing was within my reach. I tried digging my nails in the wooden floor but all I managed to do was break all my nails.
And then the next thing I knew, I was thrown into a car.
***
I jumped inside my car and turned the ignition. The car rumbled to life; I switched on the headlights and just about managed to see a car turn a corner at the end of my driveway. I hit the accelerator and quickly turned the steering wheel. Adrenaline rushed through me as I raced through the streets of Delhi. I drove through the red lights at a speed of about 100 miles per hour. I knew I was breaking the law, but I did promise that I would do anything for my Geet during our wedding.
The black car ahead of me turned another corner and I hit the break, hitting the accelerator at the same time so I could swiftly drift the sharp corner and continue driving. The next thing I knew, the police were behind me.
I glanced at the rearview mirror to see about 3 police cars racing behind me as I drove after the guy. I didn't care. I was the Prince. I had to take advantage of it someday.
The car was far ahead of me. So far, I could just make out a square turning a sharp left. I hit the accelerator harder this time, and swiftly changed the gear as I approached the turn. I neatly turned the corner and realized that this car was way to slow for the car ahead of me.
I needed something else.
Not bothering to stop the car, I jumped out and pushed the poor guy who was about to drive away with his motorcycle. I drove the motorcycle and within a few seconds, I was closer to the car, only not close enough. Why did that car have to be so fast?
It turned another corner.
After a few seconds, I turned the corner only to find that the car had disappeared.
It was gone.
I quickly parked the motorbike to the side and scanned the isolated street. How could he disappear so quickly?
After looking around for the 5th time, I could make out a car hidden in the tree's. I walked up to it and saw that the car had nobody in it.
I would have wore my wellington boots instead of these trainers if I knew I had to go looking in the jungle. I scanned the ground below me and could see footprints and something else.
Geet's dubatta.
The police sirens which I had somehow escaped had become louder. Quickly, I picked up Geet's veil and started to follow the footprints.
Promo: (Yes, I am feeling very generous today)
Finally, the footprints had ended in front of a big looking cottage. I barged inside, only to find photo frames of Geet on the walls, everywhere. I could feel the anger boiling up inside me like a volcano lava.
He had gone too far.
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