Ashlok Dark FF - My Ransacked Heart/UPDATED/Chapter 13/ (Pg-133) - Page 59

Avdhoot's cell fell from his nerveless hand. He staggered backward and fell on the chair, his face leached of all color.

Kalindi rushed to him."Avdhoot, avdhoot what happened? who was on the phone? Why did you ask who are you? who were you talking too? Why did you ask from her that what do you want? did Astha say something? did she tell you that where she is?", she asked hysterically , shaking Avdhoot.

"They have taken her", Avdhoot whispered with numb lips.

"What...Who have taken her?...What are you talking about?", Kalindi staggered back, her face contorted in a mask of horror.

"Our daughter, she is gone", Avdhoot said blankly. He was still as death, his face pale, sweat appearing on his brow.

Kalindi doubled over with agony. "No, My Asthuuu", she screamed.

Avdhoot sat frozen, his pain shattering his heart.

"Tell me where is my daughter, who have taken her", Kalindi turned towards him like a virago and grabbed his collar.

He still remained in his frozen state, tears falling heedlessly from his eyes.

"Bring me my daughter back, please Avdhoot bring her back. Give them anything that they want but bring her back", Kalindi slid on the floor, with misery.

Avdhoot unfroze, sliding down on the floor too and wrapping a weeping Kalindi in his arms. "We will bring her back from wherever she is being held now", he said soothing her.

"I promise", he said stroking her head with affection...

Everything was going according to the plan now. It had took his immense efforts to lay out the trap for that kirloskar girl but at last he was successful in his plan and the prey had fallen easily in his trap...

He had to hand out to his clever plan, that had a very little chance of failing...

Shlok mentally patted himself for how smoothly he had lured his prey in by using her best friend Angie.

He knew those types of girls like Angie very well, fat, obsessed with food, no boyfriend, hungry for love and affection, afflicted with inferiority complex and of course jealous of smart people, he smiled deeply.

And he had used that jealousy that she felt for Astha to his own benefit...

It was getting very difficult for Shyam to know about the whereabouts of Astha where she went and where she would go. Shyam couldn't stalk her for twenty four hours a day. So to know about her personal life, what she likes and what she doesn't where she goes and where she don't he had to have someone close to her. And what better than her best friend...

Shyam had told him about Astha's best friend Angie that was Astha's best friend cum her shadow...

Then after the coffee incident with that kirloskar girl he had decided that he wouldn't stalk them to know every tiny detail about Astha's life. He had seen pity and lust for him in that fat girl's eyes and had decided to explore it further...

Then after the birthday kiss with that Kirloskar girl he had decided it was to put his plan into action...

He had started going to the restaurant where Angie used to go, began with a hello, then gave her a compliment and offered to buy her a dinner, she had eaten but he had told her that it will be a date for them, as he was a foodie himself and she had attracted him...

She had relented instantly, as she had recognized him, a greedy look in her eyes for the food and of course for him, his smiled deepened remembering her attempts to please him...

He knew about his attraction, and he had used it to lure that fatty in, and it took only one day for her to fall straight into his arms...

He had pleasured her body in various ways which her tiny mind hadn't even imagined of...

To tell the truth he had liked using Angie because she was a part of Astha, her shadow...

He was feeling truly ecstatic that he had been able to exploit one weakness of Astha, her best friend. Such was his obsession with that Kirloskar girl that he wanted to own everything of her, her shadow too...

And Angie like the pea-brained fatty she was had given him every bit of information about Astha. Her likes, dislikes, her weaknesses, her strengths. And she still had no idea about the grievous blunder that she had done...

He smiled victoriously remembering lying with her in a motel bed where she had told him innocently during the conversation that they were having a bone fire at college after ten days later and Astha never comes on any college function.

He had then tried his best to make her jealous by saying that Astha isn't a good friend and doesn't like her company that's why she never comes to college function.

Angie got so confuse that she had told him everything about Astha behaving weird on her birthday, snapping on every body and she hasn't also come to college from the last 2 days. She told him with her face down that when I call her she doesn't even pick her phone.

He smiled inwardly and said that's because she had maybe found other friends, or she doesn't like your company anymore. He even challenged her that she should insist Astha to come on bonfire if she is truly your friend she will never refuse you.

Angie had agreed and he was able to put his plan forward. That Kirloskar girl was totally at his mercy, he knew everything about her now and he would feed on her weaknesses, her wishes and her love like the hunter he was, he smiled cruelly thinking that now he had no further use of Angie...

It was so dark around her when Astha gained her consciousness that for once she thought that she had lost her sight. After sometime when her eyes got adjusted to the dark, she tried to get up but stopped. Her hands and feet were bound tightly with rope. Her whole body was stiff and she was lying on a cold surface.

She tried to guess, it seemed she was lying on a floor in some dark and putrid place, with only a tiniest bit of light coming, from under a crack, which she thought maybe was present under a door.

She struggled, trying to get herself free from the confinement, but only succeeded in getting the ropes, dig more deeply in her skin. She was beginning to get her memory back now, of the horrendous incident that had occurred with her. It seemed she was kidnapped. But why and on whose instructions?. And what was it that the man had said to her Dad on the phone, something about the past coming back to haunt him. Dad, she suddenly remembered him shouting down the phone...

Tears of helplessness started to run down her cheeks soaking the cloth, which was binding her mouth. She tried to scream for help but her voice got muffled behind the cloth. She didn't knew what was happening to her, and why.

She struggled harder to free herself after remembering that her mother was afflicted with Asthma, and tried to scream her name, but in vain.

She had read about kidnapping and their victims in the newspaper and television but had never thought that one day she would relive their pain. She used to change the channel whenever she saw such news on tv or would simply ignore the news in a newspaper, turning the page to movies and fashion.

But now she was feeling that it isn't easy to go through the fear that what is going to happen to you next? Will you ever see your loved ones? Will you survive to see them ever again?...

Astha was pondering over what to do, when with a squeaking noise, that made her bound body jerk with fear the door opened to let someone in. Light poured from behind a shadow, making her blind.

She instinctively tried to raise her bound hands to cover her eyes from the pain of light prickling her pupils, but the rope dug more deeply in her hands, making her moan with pain.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then opened her eyelids, blinking to adjust her eyesight in the light...

The shadow had become a man. Astha squinted her eyes, trying to see his face and got a shock of her life. It was that Mafioso man, Shlok...

His eyes glowed like twin devils in the dark, an expression of lust in them that made her flesh crawl. It was like several insects were crawling across her skin...

She gave a muffled scream of horror and tried to scramble back from him, and in the process fell over something hard, that crunched under her weight, bruising her body...

She tried to raise herself on her bound hands and feet, to fall again near some solid object that touched her shoulder. She opened her blurry eyes to watch what was digging in her shoulder, only to get her breath stuck in her throat with horror, to see the grinning smile on a wasted face and the blank holes etched in the place for eyes. It was the skull of a dead man...

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