"Good morning my beautiful Naira!!" she heard a familiar masculine voice speaking behind her. She spun and found her kidnapper, dressed handsomely in a Charleston green suit, beaming down at her widely. She looked up at him nervously. He did seem quite cheerful which meant he hadn't caught what she tried to did last night yet. But that was pure antithesis of what reality was. Narasimha Varma didn't make a fortune just by acting dumb. He was actually very shrewd and mostly unpredictable. Ofcourse he knew what she was upto last night, but what did you expected him to do??? Hit her or possibly kill her??? No way!!! She was way too precious to him. All his life he had waited for a perfect girl who he could make his for eternity. There was no way out there he was going to hurt his baby girl. Although he wasn't going to let this go down that easily.
"Good morning." she replied hesitantly. He smiled as he came closer.
"I hope you're all dressed and ready." he asked sincerely. She looked at him nervously.
"Um yes why??" she asked. He smiled politely.
"Well I believe you have grown a bit bored here. I completely understand my house is very far away from a human settlement, so it's only the river, forest and clouds that you see out here. Hence I thought it would be great if I take you out today. It will help cheer you up." he offered courteously. Naira looked down at her clothes. She was dressed up in a baggy t shirt and loose trousers. And her hairs were up in a messy bun. She looked anything but ready.
"But I am wearing this." she mumbled with a pout. He quietly repressed the urge to kiss her cute little pout. He chuckled.
"I don't mind. Besides I like this outfit. And you don't need anybody's validation but mine on your clothes after all. C'mon let's go." he said as he held her hand in his. Naira was shocked. What did he just say???? Validation!!! From no one but him!!! What was that even supposed to mean??? I mean why would anybody say that in the first place. She looked down at their entwined hands. His hand was massive, like it was really huge. She remembered kirti once telling her that a man's hand size corresponds to the size of his manhood. If that is true, then.....!!!!!!! She shook her head in fear. She never was a fan of big things, or big men or big.....man organs.
"Don't worry we'll have breakfast outside." he told her sweetly as he helped her climb down the flight of stairs.

Narasimha drove her to a nice, cozy looking cafe. It was situated on the bank of a stream. And it was mostly empty, I mean somehow people weren't a huge fan of him and therefore they were leaving. Well that's what Naira thinks. Everybody loved Narasimha, at least you got to pretend to not die. The reason why they were leaving was because Narasimha didn't like people around his precious object of obsession. She was his goddess and not all are worthy enough to look at a goddess. Besides he just wanted to spend some quality time with her. With his busy schedule he hardly gets enough time to spare for his baby girl and he didn't want her to feel lonely or abandoned. He wanted her to know that he really loved her. A little too much. So much that it sometimes hurted him.
"Strawberry pancakes." she politely told the waitress. Narasimha chuckled.
"That isn't enough. Get her some sandwiches and a bowl of tomato soup." Narasimha told the waitress. The waitress smiled, smitten by the looks of the man. He was handsome. Very very handsome. Although she wasn't aware what this teenage girl was doing with him. Was she his sister?? Honestly, she knew the answer. She was the girl he was either in love or was lusting after. Either ways, she was hating her already.
"I will have french onion soup." he completed and waved her away. Narasimha had already eaten at home. He was on a strict diet. Frankly he felt a bit conscious about their age difference and he surely didn't want Naira to feel embarrassed by having a husband who's 20 years older than her. Therefore he had started giving extra attention to his grooming routine and also his diet as he wants to look handsome standing next to her. He would do anything.....anything just to get accepted by her. He would go to any lengths to fit in her life. If his face is not perfect enough, then he's not afraid of going under the knife. His love for her had transcended into profound madness, a madness that would compel him to do anything just to become something to her. Even if it's a doormat, he's even willing to be that.

Narasimha didn't start the conversation he wanted to have with her until the food came and she started eating.
"Sweetheart, did you break your promise with me???" he asked calmly. Naira looked into his blank eyes and felt fear coursing through her veins.
"Noooo!!" she replied nervously. Narasimha took a deep breath and looked her in the eye.
"Lying won't take this conversation anywhere...."
"I am not lying. I did nothing." she was defiant. Narasimha inwardly pacified himself, reminding him that she was just a little girl who was allowed to have temper issues.
"Calm down dear. I know what you did last night..."
"I-I did nothing.....I didn't touch the phone..."
"When did I say anything about phone??" he asked slyly, his eyes gleaming with malice. Naira stopped short. She looked at him innocently, melting his anger away.
"Just speak truth." he dictated her like one dictates a toddler. She looked down guiltily.
"I was missing my parents. I just wanted to talk to them." she confessed, eyes clouded with tears. The mention of her parents incited a feeling of loathing inside him. Wasn't he enough??? Wasn't his love enough??? Maybe he needs to love her more. Maybe love her to the level where it starts getting suffocating. Perhaps that would be enough for her.
"Why would you miss them Naira??? I am pretty sure I have given you everything. You are happy in my house. We are happy." he said, his voice quavering faintly. Naira found the look in his eyes deeply unsettling. He seemed like a man who was asking his wife the reason behind her growing out of love with him. She gulped.
"No Mr. Varma. I am very thankful for whatever you have done but this is not my house. I miss my family. I want to go back. I promise I will ask my father to do as you say and he'll do it. But please I really miss them. I want to go back to my family." she pleaded desperately. Narasimha's hand smashed the vase on the table before he threw it on the floor. He turned his face away, eyes red with anger. Naira stiffened. Perhaps she had said more than she was allowed to. His breathing was erratic and she could see uneven wounds around his knuckles which were stained with blood.

Naira was aghast. He was quiet since few minutes and was looking outside the window while taking in hungry gasps of air inside his lungs.
"How much do you love your family!!!" he asked in a whisper, turning his head towards her psychotically. Naira was surprised at the question yet went on to answer innocently.
"I love them more than anything." she replied without thinking much. He smirked. His eyes dark and penetrating.
"And how much they love you!!" he asked, his eyes shining bright with malice and danger.
"They love me more than their own lives." she told him, hoping now he would let her go. But he only smirked. He then leaned closer and spoke in a whisper.
"What if someone loved you more than that???? Your family will die for you but what if someone killed for you??? What if you are a goddess to someone??? What if he loves you so madly that it starts scaring you??? What if he snatches you from your family and hides you in his arms forever??? What if.....What if???" the tone of his voice was low and psychotic. His face gave the impression of a handsome psychopath. Honestly Naira was spooked. Like what was he talking about???
"Tell me Naira, will you forget your family for that someone???" he asked, eyes dark and demanding. Naira clasped her hands tightly.
"No. I will never forget my family for anybody." she replied fearfully. The smirk on his face faded away and you could see a snarling frown tainting his handsome face. He looked evil. Unhinged even if truth be told. His hands balled into tight fists as he looked at her darkly.
"And what if he leaves you with no choice??? Hm!!! What will you do then????" he hissed. Naira looked away in fear.
"Mr. Varma please don't frighten me with these questions. I want to leave already. Please. I don't want to see around more. Take me to the bungalow." she said spooked. Narasimha smirked. Maybe she wouldn't want to answer now but she will've to answer in future.

Naira had fallen asleep and her room was locked from outside by stacy on the orders of her boss. Narasimha only called Stacy into his room once he was fully sure that Naira had fallen asleep.
"You called me boss." Stacy bowed and said politely. Narasimha turned to her, clearly pissed off.
"I guess I pay you for nothing. Am I right Stacy??" Narasimha hissed at her. Stacy looked down in fear.
"I am doing everything you asked me to do boss. Did I fell short on something??" she asked, quivering. Narasimha glared at her.
"Shut up Stacy. I kept you around you so you could woo her heart for me. I want her love Stacy. I want her total submission. So far nothing has happened. And add insult to the injury, she wants to go back to her family." he drew his gun out and pointed it at stacy. Stacy's face became sallow.
"I am running out of patience Stacy. Either she's mine or I am killing everybody including her and me." he barked. Stacy trembled.
"Relax boss. Give me a little more time, I will change her mind. She will come to you on her own. Just spare my life." she pleaded with tears. He smirked cruelly. Eyes clouding with madness. He pulled the trigger and shot her. Her scream echoed in the room as she fell on her knees.
"Shut up woman. I have only shot your arm. You won't die." he spoke hatefully as he moved towards her. He grabbed her hairs and pulled her head back. She cried in pain.
"I will do anything to keep her with me, even if it means emotionally blackmailing her. She's a little attached to you. She wouldn't even think of leaving once she sees your arm in a cast. Now get up woman and fix your arm." he said releasing her. She rose up and ran out, sobbing with pain. He smacked his hands on the table, eyes bloodshot and hairs messy.
"You won't ever leave me my beautiful Naira. You won't ever leave me..." he whispered darkly, staring crazily at the little doll he calls Naira. He pointed his revolver at the doll and then at his own head.
"Till death do us apart." he proclaimed, smirking evilly.
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