She woke up with a heavy head. She blinked her eyes to adjust to the dim light. There was a window in the corner of the room through which faded sun-rays were entering. It was time of sunset n the sky was all covered with orange color.
She tried to remember what happened. She was in her private plane going to Delhi. They had stopped on a place between n after which the plane got hijacked. The pilot was also included in their plan of kidnapping her.
She heard some footsteps nearing. The fear overpowered her senses.
A guy entered the room n she started moving backward. He called a servant n he gave a plate of food. The guy forwarded the plate in front of her but she shooed it. His anger seemed no boundary. He twisted her hand with tightening grip. She winced in pain.
"This is not your home that u can do what u want. Eat this food right now."
She didn't dared to look in his eyes n quietly gulped the food.
He stroked her tear stained cheeks n wiped her tears. She got shocked n shot her head up. She could see a soft emotion in his eyes but in a moment it vanished.
He walked out. She was confused but she wanted to reach her home as early as possible. She started searching the way to elope n found the window best for it.
She walked till window n her breath got stuck. It was some 35th floor from the ground.
"Planning to run away girl?" He whispered in her ears. She flinched sensing him so close.
He picked her up n she tried to stop him but in vain. He laid her on bed.
"Why don't u let me go? What do you want from me?" She asked angrily.
"You need not to know this. Just sleep" he said in a harsh tone n gave a quilt to her. She closes her eyes but sleep was very far from her eyes she was silently weeping for her fate. Also fearing the guy, whose touch was still lingering on her skin.
She woke up next morning to find all darkness only thing she was scared of. She got up from bed but got stuck in something n it made a loud sound. Instantly lights were switched on. She was lying in her room. She was confused as how did she reach her home.
She saw her dad standing. "Dad..."
But her dad cut her off "It was a bad dream. Forget it n freshen up. We have to go to office."
She could see mark on her wrist where he has twisted her hand but sensing the situation she believed her father n walked to washroom.
Her dad sighed. Why don't she forgets that dreadful incidence? Why can't she be normal like before?
It pained his heart that she was punished for the mistakes he committed leaving him guilty forever for his lifetime.
I hope I did justice with the words. Thank you for reading.
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