Nandini

They bloody locked me inside the room and that's pretty expected from them isn't it. I sighed and got back on bed. My hand ached terribly. Even my temple seems to swell like a duce ball. It was hard and a very angry violet blotch speeding like a lava.

Finding nothing to do started exploring the room who knows maybe I could find some kind of escape route. The room was dark and there was no window. They have placed me purposely in this room so that I don't try to escape from the window. Even if there was a window I would have never tried to go out of it since I am scared of heights. And more over I have no idea where I am. It does look like that the house is in a very remote area.

Coming back to the room, it was huge but not compared to the room MM took me to. Probably it was his room. Still this room was of pretty good size. The bed where I sat was too comfortable for my liking because I felt like sleeping. I was just too exhausted from the whole kidnapping thing and the knife fight. That arrogant bastard might have said that it was a silly fight but he knew that it wasn't really silly and that it could have taken his life.

I know I am pretty good at knife fight. I have learnt it from my brother's instructor. Not directly because girls were not allowed in the play area as they call it. But the rebel inside me wanted to learn despite of torture I had to endure from my father and a mocking smile from my brother. Obnoxious they are they hated that I showed interest in fights and men events. Never the less it never stopped me from sneaking out of my room and checking the play area every day.

Initially I started with a play knife, learning the moves myself. But later my sister joined me too. Payel is obedient and never really had any guts to stand against my father's loathsome ways with his daughters. But deep down she was my sister after all. And she loved me more than my asshole brother. So at night when no one was awake we practiced under low lights so that no one can make out what's going on.

Her fear at night was an added advantage since we could keep our night lamps on as per my father's order.

Fighting with MM proved to be different to be honest. He is the first person with whom I did the actual fight since the mock fights with my sister doesn't really count. And oh boy I thoroughly enjoyed.

The way he dodged and then turned to look at me with those assessing eyes. His dark gray eyes sparked with amusement with my every move. I know even he was impressed with my skills but didn't admit. And like that I suddenly want his appreciation. Maybe because the little girl inside me was still live.

The girl who always wanted to get attention from her father but never got any. There were so many instances I wanted to get noticed by him but all he did was ignore me. So I turned rebellious. Like that I definitely got importance but in a very negative way. Everyday he used to hit me with his belt to punish me, which was in a way good because now I am immune.

So now if MM harms me physically anyway I will not bow my head and ask him to stop. I have never done that and I will never do that. And if he tries to touch me inappropriately then I will fight tooth and nail to save myself from their clutches.

Talk of the devil and he barges inside the room. He doesn't have a decency to knock before coming in. Oh it was his soldier not him.

"Boss has asked you to eat", he placed the food tray on the side table.

"What if I don't eat?" I challenged him looking directly in his eyes.

"Suit yourself. I am not your mama who would feed her grumpy daughter. You live or you die I don't care a fuck".

"Then go to hell".

He went and sat on the sofa and kept glaring at me. It was unnerving how he was watching me as if he is going to pounce on me if I tried to escape.  And I am sure he wont thinks twice before he slits my throat.

After almost 30 mins my stomach made an embarrassing grumbling noise and I am sure even he must have heard it because he looked up from his cellphone when that unwanted sound escape from my body.

"I have never seen such a stubborn person like you Miss Murthy".

"How many women have you seen in your life?"

"Many", he answered curtly.

"And how many have you bedded?" I don't know from where did that come from. Yet I wanted to know about it. I am curious. I know people in the outfit bedded women quite often and they kept mistress but I want to know more. Since I wasn't allowed to talk to anybody when I was at my house and my body guards never really spoke in a friendly manner I was even more curious to know about it. Blame my hormones. And moreover I don't have anything to do here and escaping is next to impossible I might as well get some information about these guys maybe it might become handy someday.

"I lost the count".

"Atrocious. Any girlfriends?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Never found any suitable candidate".

"hmm"

"Your boss, how about him? How many girlfriend does he have except Sheetal?"

He gave me a deadly glare and returned to what he was doing.

I looked towards the food regretted not accepting in the first place, because I was very hungry.

"The food is not going to come walking towards you. If you are hungry you should eat", he said without looking at me. "I wont tell him about your little stunt".

"Care to share?" I asked as the matter of fact.

"You eat. I have already eaten".

"What if you guys have mixed something in it?"

"We are not going to kill you if you haven't figured it out yet".

"What if..." I took a long breath. "What if you people drug me and then you know...take advantage of me?"

"You are not my type". Arrogant bastard but somehow I was glad.

He got up from the sofa and went towards the side table to get the tray on the bed where I was sitting.

He kept it on the bed then took small pieces from every food and ate. "Its clean. Now eat".

He was about to turn when I grabbed his hand. "Why don't you join me? I really hate eating alone".

"You are a hostage and we are not having any kind of what do you call it, girls sleepover. And I am here for your protection as well as keeping a watch on you".

"Oh come on don't be a douche. Eating with me will not kill you".

"You never give up do you?"

"I have never learnt to give up".

**

Manik

It was 3am at night a cry that tore you soul woke me up. I rushed towards her room to check whether everything was okay or not.

It was dark when I entered her room. I switched on the light to find her sitting upright on the bed holding her face. Her posture looked kind of distressed and a sudden urge to check on her surprised me.

"Are you okay?"

"Go away", she howled in-between her sob. A nightmare must have woken her up and the proud woman she was she refused to show that in front of me. This woman is surprising me with her every step.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

She turned towards me giving me a view of her blood shot eyes mixed me disgust. Was she disgusted with me? I don't think so, I haven't given her any reason to think like that. "I have asked you to leave right now dad".

"Dad?"

"Go away before I kill you father".

What is wrong with her? Why is she calling dad? I took a step forward and she climbed out of the bed.

I took few more steps but she stood rooted giving me death glares.
"I am warning you for the last time".

What is the matter with her? She is clearly not in her senses. I covered the distance in no time and she lunged towards me colliding with all her force. Oh man, she is some power. She looks petite but she has more power than any woman of her structure.

Her fist collided with my jaw with full punch that surprised me. The second one never came because I held her this time. If I wanted I could have broken her hand but this is not me with whom she is fighting. So I just held her against me to make her stop squirm.

She elbowed me on my rib and pushed her back so forcefully that we both fell on the bed. I tossed her and pinned her hands locking her legs with mine.

"Are you out of your mind Miss Murthy?"

"Get off me", she struggled not showing an ounce of fear. What has got inside her?

"Nandini stop it", I pinned her even more and glared.

Something shifted in her eyes. She blinked and kept on looking at me. Then tears started streaming down her cheeks and her body seems to surrender under mine.

I slowly released her wrist and got up from her. She was still lying on the bed lifeless. Then her eyes fluttered closed. After few minutes her breathing became even and I kept on watching her.

What happened few minutes back, is beyond my capability to crack but I understood one thing. This is something to do with her father.

I waited for few more minutes then exited the room trying not to make any noise.