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Chapter 5
âSit,â Maan directed, pointing toward one of the visitor chairs opposite his desk.
Pinned back by fear, Geet couldnât move.
Maan unhooked his reading glasses and narrowed his eyes. âSit. Down. Before I make you.â
This time, Geet was able to force herself across the room. Gingerly, she sat down opposite Maan, careful not to look at the weapon on his desk.
Maan bit down on one of the long arms of his glasses and stared pensively at her. âYour name?â
Geet opened her mouth to speak, her voice breaking. She tried again. âGeet Handa, sir.â
âIâll be double checking that, but Iâll accept it for now.â Maan stacked the sheets of paper in front of him so that they were lined up neatly. âWhat were you doing in the alley tonight?â
âI was just -- I was just trying to get out of the storm.â
âYou picked that alley in particular to escape the rain?â
âThere were boxes stacked there that I thought I could use to shield me. I didnât have an umbrella.â Another emotion began to rise to the surface -- shame. She gripped her knees, keeping her eyes level to the ground.
A beat of silence. Then, âI donât believe you.â
Geet licked at her dry, chapped lips. âItâs the truth.â
âWhere do you live?â
âIâm in the process of moving,â Geet said lamely. Technically, it was true. She just needed to find another shelter to move *to.*
ââMovingâ? Are you kidding me? Look at me.â
With great difficulty, Geet raised her gaze, but only to Maanâs chin. Even without his gun, Geet found him a deeply intimidating person. Maan radiated sheer masculinity and power without saying a word or using any props.
âYouâre clearly lying,â he said between gritted teeth. âI donât put up with liars.â
Without thinking, Geet stood up. First the headmistress and now Maan -- why would no one let her explain anything or give credence to her voice? âYou can believe me or not believe me,â she said, her tone now surprisingly calm. âYou can even shoot me if youâd like.â She nodded toward the gun, feeling as if she had entered into some kind of dreamlike state. âWhat are you waiting for?â
Something resembling doubt flickered through Maanâs eyes, but was quickly replaced by a hard resolve. âIâm not so weak that I would ever be violent with a woman,â he snapped. âHave you already forgotten that you fainted in my arms tonight and that I brought you back to my own home? Arranged for Pinky to look after you? If I wanted to hurt you, I could have done so hours ago.â Maan looked up at the ceiling and shook his head, as if he couldnât believe that he was even having this conversation. To his credit, however, he grabbed his gun and slid it into a desk drawer.
Unconsciously, Geet wrapped her arms around her middle. âIf you arenât going to hurt me, then I want to leave. I promise you that I wonât ever tell a soul about what I saw in the alley. And I donât even know exactly what happened. I heard a gunshot but I donât know who --â
âYouâre a witness,â Maan said sharply. âItâs your own fault that you were in the alley, so now you have to deal with the consequences. You can promise everything under the sun, but that doesnât mean youâll actually keep your word.â
Growing slightly more confident now that Maan had put the gun away, Geet straightened her back. âI wonât allow you to simply kidnap me here.â
Maan steepled his fingers and examined her. âIs that right? You wonât âallowâ me?â
Geet began to feel light-headed again.
âFrom what it looks like,â Maan continued, âyou donât have any family members to inquire about how or where you are. Is that correct?â
Geet didnât answer out loud. *Correct,* she thought. Tears began to cloud her vision and she blinked them back furiously.
âRight.â Maan stuck the stack of papers in a crisp manila folder and stood up from his chair. âThe fact of the matter is that youâre now in my possession, and it will stay that way until I decide what to do with you.â
âSir --â
âGo back to your room.â Maan leaned over the desk, his glare unyielding. âIâm done here.â
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Edited by kumari3 - 4 years ago