Hey Mr. Kidnapper...Can you give me a ride home? - Page 51

Originally posted by: -niti-

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PART 16

(Geet's monologue...)

I opened my eyes.

I was in hospital.

My head pounded, and my throat was dry. I coughed, and my eyes spotted the glass of water next to my head, on a bedside table. Automatically, I leaned over, and suddenly there was a stabbing pain against my stomach. I looked down, and saw bandages.

"Careful," someone said, starting towards me. I turned my head, but my eyes failed to focus. All I saw was a black blur. "You just had major surgery."

I blinked, and my vision cleared. I saw a boy, about eighteen, with blonde hair, and green eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, as he got up, and handed me my water. My voice was hoarse, and I swallowed the water hungrily. It cooled my throat.

"Um, I'm…" he said, smiling nervously. He pulled his shirt up to his neck, covering most of his face.

"An…idiot?"

"No, I'm…" He mimicked something in the air.

"Having a seizure?"

"No, I –"

"I don't know. Tell me."

"I'm –"

"Tell me!"

"I –"

"Tell!"

"Shut up!" he yelled. "I'm telling you! I'm one of the three people sent to take down your kidnapper!"

I stared at him, gaping. I swallowed. "You're one of the guys who beat me up?"

"Yes," he said, looking kind of ashamed at his outburst, "but I just wanted to tell you, I didn't mean to, I was sent to take down your kidnapper instead. I didn't want to –"

I shut him up by leaning over and hitting him on the head, hard. My heart'd suddenly panged at the thought of my kidnapper, and I was trying to maintain my calm face by changing the subject.

"Ow!" he said, wincing. "What the hell?"

"I just had major surgery, and I have a headache. I get to hit you."

"Right," he said, looking ashamed, "but I just wanted to say sorry. If there's anything I can do to make up for it –"

Just then, the door burst open, revealing my Dad.

"Dad!"

He ran in, and all I could see was his suit, messy hair and unshaven face, before pulled me into a hug. "Geet!"

"Hey, Dad," I said, awkwardly. What was wrong with him? He never acted like this. He's never lost his temper, he's never lost his control, he's never gone crazy like this.

I patted his back, waiting for him to pull away.

"I thought I lost you," he said, pulling away slightly. I was surprised to see that his blue eyes were tearing, a little. I've never seen him cry before. "I can't believe you were gone! I thought I was never going to see you again!"

"Uh, yeah," I said, wincing. He was putting pressure on my bandaged chest. He noticed my wince, and he jumped back. "Does that mean you'll spend more time with me, then?"

"If you want to, sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes, in mock annoyance, but really I was kind of pleased.

"Oh, did I introduce you? This is Cameron. He's one of the guys I hired seize your kidnapper."

I smiled at him, but I was distracted. (Typical American looking!)

"Do you know who kidnapped me?" I asked. My throat closed up, and I took another sip of my water. "Did you find out who it was?"

"No," Dad said, looking concerned. I relaxed. "We did get some footage of him, but unfortunately it was too blurry, and his back was turned to the camera. Did you see who it was?"

"No," I said, trying to sound stricken. "Sorry." I made eye contact with Cameron, and he stared at me, with his lucid green eyes. I think he knew.

I miss you, Maan. I really do.

"I really think you should get a bodyguard," my Dad said, breaking through my reverie. "After what happened…before, the guys were all amateurs. This time…"

I wanted to smile, but it would've given it away. Maan, professional?

Maan. Maan…

"Hey, Cameron," I said, looking over my Dad's shoulder, to the boy looking extremely uncomfortable. "You said you owed me, right? Well, do you want to be my bodyguard?"

He looked surprised. "I…oh…okay."

"There you go, Dad. Sorted."

When Dad, and my new bodyguard left the room, and I was alone, the feelings I'd been trying to repress came out, and the tears starting falling. I squeezed my chest, trying to stop the painful throbbing of my heart.

Maan.

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Two Years Later

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(Geet's monologue...)

I took out the magzine I'd bought, and slowly, stuck down the four corners with blue-tak. I looked back, and smiled. Maan smiled back at me.

Maan, or the biggest business tycoon as he was now known in the business industry, was practically the fastest-rising man in the history of Business.

"Geet?" Cam asked, from my dorm door. he always spoke my name in a different accent, sounds like he is calling me "Get!" which makes me smile "How are you settling in?"

I rolled my eyes. It was completely typical for my bodyguard to worry about me. He was the worrying kind of guy. Cold and professional at times, but he was a good at heart.

"I'm fine, Cam, calm down."

He eyed my magzine.

"What happened to your old Chris Pine hollywood magzines?"

I smiled.

"I threw it away. It was time."

Cam was one of the guys who'd beaten me up, two years ago, in the warehouse. I didn't blame him, at all. It'd been his job. He was really sweet afterwards, visiting me in hospital every day, with flowers. He never stopped worrying, never really seemed to leave me, and now he was my bodyguard.

I don't know if he made the connection between the boy who'd kidnapped me, and the movie star's poster. Even if he did, he wouldn't rat Maan out. I trusted Cam.

"What do you have tomorrow?" he asked, sitting himself down on my bed.

"English literature in the morning, Journalism in the afternoon."

I'd kind of decided, after the whole kidnapping, that I wanted to be a journalist. When I read the papers covering it, I just kind of thought, if I was a journalist, I wouldn't make errors as catastrophic as the ones some of the idiots made. That's why I'm currently studying to be a Journalist in Yale.

Cam smiled at me, showing off his naturally white teeth. Cam was cute, tall and pretty well built. And he had a black belt in about a billion martial arts. He was perfect boyfriend material. But I knew I couldn't date anyone. Apart from Maan.

Maan hadn't contacted me, since I paid the Mafia. He said he would come back to me, when he was a better man…When would that be? He'd already come up with the money, and paid me back, straight to my trust fund. Didn't that classify him as a better man? And what did he mean by better?

Why was he so damn vague?

"Why are you here?" I asked Cam, kind of meanly. I knew I was blowing off steam by laying into Cam, but I wasn't calm enough to feel guilty.

He blinked, as if remembering.

"Oh. I have a chocolate bar, and I thought you'd like it. You know how I hate chocolate."

He tossed me the bar, and I ripped it open, getting my teeth into it, before I talked.

"Thanks, man," I said, my voice muffled by the fact that I was eating. "How did you know I was hungry?"

Cam chuckled. "You're always hungry."

"Hey," I said, punching his arm.

"That would've been more convincing if you weren't stuffing your face."

I swallowed the last bite, and licked my fingers. "Did you buy that just for me?"

"No. Some girl gave it to me."

"Again? Wow. She must really like you. That was good chocolate."

"I guess…"

"You're pretty popular, aren't you, Cam?"

He smiled. "Are you jealous?"

I looked at him, straight into his eyes, and blurted out the truth without thinking. "No."

His face clouded over, and I immediately regretted it. Really tactful, Geet. But it was the truth.

"I'm sorry, Cam, I –"

"Don't be," he said, his face brisk and professional again. He got up, suddenly. "I have to go.

Bye."

He left.

I sat there, for a couple minutes, not moving. I felt so guilty, but…

I switched on my TV, to fill the silence.

And who appeared on my television screen? It was Maan.

He looked good, like always. I'd noticed about how he's slowly grown, into a proper guy. It wasn't just the muscles, or his face, that had somehow gotten a lot hotter, it was the way he acted now. The air he had around him.

The TV presenter was talking.

"So, Mr. Khurana, what have you been doing lately?"

"Well, I've been spending a lot of time on my new project."

His voice was different too, more confident, and more husky. Unconsciously, I smiled.

I'd heard about his new project, and read in a magzine too, and I knew it was going to be good.

"Now, is it true that you've been seeing your project's co-partner, Melissa Young?"

My heart stopped, and I sat up quickly. How did I not hear this?

Maan. This isn't true, right?

"Yes, it's true," Maan said, giving the audience a little smirk.

What?! How could he? I've been waiting for him for two long years, and he…he gets someone else.

I collapsed into a heap on my bed, tears leaking out of my eyes helplessly. I couldn't stop them. How could he do this to me? I told him I'd loved him, I'd given him the five million, and I waited for him…and then he...

I threw my remote at my TV, and pulled the covers over my head.

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PRECAP~~ Punch.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead.

Punch

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Originally posted by: -niti-

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------------edited

Damn u again left at the cliff hanger 😡

Cam is sweet

I think he likes geet 😉😳

Is maan really seeing that Maria or Melissa 😲

Precap sounds interesting

continue soon

thanks for d update 😳

nice udpate

seems like this Cam guy really likes geet...hope geet doesn't do anything stupid...out of making maan J.

Lovely update...waiting for their confrontation.

Love,

Zahran.

awesme update !! waiting for nxt

nice update...i hope that punch is for maan with love from geet.

omg omg poor geet,hurt badly but saved maan.