"Good morning my sweet little Naira. I hope you slept well last night." Naira heard Narasimha's voice while she was brushing her hairs. She spun and caught him standing at a little distance from her. He seemed happy for some reason.
"Good....morning!!" she said hesitantly. He was dressed nearly in his usual attire consisting of a three piece suit. She noticed he had trimmed his beard which gave it a nice sleek appearance.
"How are you feeling today???" he asked sweetly. Naira gave him a puzzled look. What is wrong with him??? Like why is he asking stupid questions???
"I am fine." she replied politely. He chuckled.
"You know what my dear, I thought for quite some time last night about you being away from your home......I know it's difficult for you. And you miss them a lot, I am very much aware of that. So I thought....why not take you back to your home!!! I mean it's all for your happiness. After all I just want to see you happy." he told her kindly. Naira gasped loudly as she stood up. A smile spread over her lips as she ran towards him and hugged him.
"Thank you Thank you Thank you.....Thank you so much Mr. Varma!!!!" she spoke happily, her head on his chest. A cruel smirk played upon his lips as he wrapped his arms around her petite figure. His fingers explored the tiny unclothed areas on her body surreptitiously. Her soft flesh felt so seductive against his long, slender fingers. He could feel blood pumping into his wiener when her body was pressed against his own. She was a temptress without even realising it. He could actually feel her little, untouched flower somewhere around his lower tummy and Man!!!! He was hard as fuck. He could actually feel himself losing control over his senses as his fingers were making an attempt to slither further down to her shorts and from there they can take their course straight inside her shorts where they can finally explore her flower. And his phallus was now starting to ache. He wasn't sure how long he could control himself from tearing off her clothes and thrusting into her mercilessly until his thirst is quenched.

She pulled away innocently and looked up into his slightly contorted face.
"Thank you so much Mr. Varma. You have no idea how much I want to see my family again." she told him innocently, her eyes twinkling with joy. He smiled weakly, desperately trying to bring that Eiffel Tower down in his pants. He was afraid she might notice the big bulge inside his pants and that would be really embarrassing for him.
"I do I do...." his member was now aching and his mind was playing images of him thrusting her into oblivion. She smiled.
"When will we...."
"Give me an hour dear...i have to fix something in my p.....Nevermind!!! You wait here....I'll be back in an hour or more." he said, gasping for air as sweat ran down his face in rivulets. She looked at him innocently. Was he in pain???
"Are you ok???" she asked softly. He slapped his hand on his brow and nodded.
"I have to go..." he muttered as he literally ran out of the room to fix the problem in his pants. Naira, on the other hand, could only speculate.

So at about 6 in the evening Naira found herself standing outside the door of her house. It was a long journey to be honest. They flew to Mumbai in Narasimha's private jet and once they landed on Mumbai's airport, they sat in a car waiting for them outside the airport and the car drove them to her house. She even slept inadvertently on Narasimha's shoulder while on the plane. Now, standing outside the door she rang the doorbell impatiently. Seconds later the door opened and she saw her father standing at the door. His father's gloomy face immediately lightened up once he saw his daughter standing unscathed at the door.
"Naira my dear......oh my child I was so scared..." he cried as he took her in his arms. Naira wept in her father's arms. She had missed him so much after all.
"Who are you??" asked her father as he caught a handsome man in his 30s standing behind his little girl. Narasimha smiled charismatically as he took off his glasses and touched Visheshwar's feet. Visheshwar was addled yet he showed no objection.
"Narasimha. Narasimha Varma. I brought your daughter here." he told him sincerely. Visheshwar clasped his hands in his and brought them up to his eyes.
"Thank you so much Sir. You are a man of God to me.....please come inside...please.." Visheshwar was overjoyed after getting his daughter back. Naira wanted to speak but perhaps Narasimha's fear prevented her from speaking.

When Visheshwar ushered Narasimha inside his house, Nilima saw him. He had just entered into the house when Nilima marched up to him and slapped him hard across his cheek. Narasimha's fists clenched tightly. His eyes turned a shade darker.
"Nilima are you mad!!!" shouted Mahesh as he found Nilima slapping the man who had done a huge favour to them. Naira gasped loudly, fearing for her sister's life. Nilima was unrelenting as she grabbed his collar and glared at him.
"You swine. You kidnapped my sister....you bloody..."
"Nilima stop it. Can't you see he has brought Naira safely to our house??? Stop it already please." Neil yelled at Nilima. Narasimha would've shot her then and there but that would've lead to Naira distancing herself from him even more. And he wouldn't allow that.
"I am here to tell the truth Nilima. Just listen please." he hissed at her, eyes dark and dangerous.

Narasimha minced his words and told them the truth with little touches of fiction and malice. He used the charm that came with his good looks to keep the family enthralled.
"But I don't remember seizing any trucks..."
"It happened a year ago. Perhaps you don't remember clearly....and I found it recently that you weren't directly involved in the case but one of your team members. Honestly even before I found the truth, I felt Naira wasn't happy and I was doing a big injustice to you all and her. I was never lucky to enjoy the love of a family but I didn't wanted Naira or anybody else to go through what I went through as a child. Therefore I decided I will bring her back to you. Huh!!! That's all my truth." he said sadly, atleast he was good at pretending. Visheshwar looked up at him, his hands folded.
"I have my daughter back.... I want nothing else..."
"Oh please Dad!!!! He's obviously lying. Hey you....you better tell the whole truth and by the way, I am calling the police because you are a criminal. You had kidnapped my sister and you're going to jail now. Tata bye!!" Nilima bellowed raising her finger at him. Narasimha looked at her blankly.
"Nilima shut up!!!! Come here..." Neil whispered as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the nearest room.
"What is wrong with you Neil..."
"Listen to me you numbskull, he is no common man do you understand. He could've done anything with Naira, yet he chose to bring her back unscathed and without even laying a finger on her. Do you understand how big this is??? He could've molested her and we would never have found her. So please shut up and don't piss off this man. He has done a great service to us by giving us our Naira back." he fumed at Nilima. Nilima looked at him in shock.
"Are you mad??? Can't you see he's up to something??? How could you..."
"Look Nilima at this point we need this man. He has brought the heart of this family back and I have talked to Naira, she has told me that he had taken a great care of her while she was with him. This all speaks volumes about the man's character. He might not be a saint but he ain't a rapist or a murderer. So please be quiet. And don't create a scene." he warned her threateningly. Nilima stamped her foot in anger.

Naira wasn't overly comfortable with his presence, especially when she knew what he had done and how he had scared her into staying with him. But her family was looking upto him as a saviour as a knight in shining armour.
"You look more like a Maharashtrian than a Malayali." Mahesh told him, trying to show the man that they value his contribution to the family. Narasimha chuckled shyly.
"No. I have only visited Mumbai like a couple of months ago. I am not a Maharashtrian. I hardly can speak Hindi....Marathi is like too difficult for me at the moment." he told him politely. Naira quietly listened. Her grandmother was literally thinking of fixing him with Nilima, the man looked rich and handsome after all.
"Are you Christian???" she asked curiously. Narasimha immediately shook his head.
"No no. I am a Hindu..... I can understand why did you ask this question but I am not a Christian. My family has descended from the Varmas, the Kings of South. And not to brag but I do Pooja twice a day. And I visit Kedarnath once a year." Narasimha told her, trying to impress her family. And the shot hit the target, the family was captivated by his manners and charm. The only person who didn't was Naira. But Narasimha can manage that.
"That's really good. What's your business about??" she asked. Narasimha smirked. He inwardly pictured her shocked face when he tells her that he makes illegal weapons.
"I am in the copper business. A copper manufacturer." he told her and it wasn't a lie, i mean on the face of it he does manufactures copper but beneath the surface, the illegal weapon industry that he runs is his real business. The grandmother was impressed. And Narasimha smirked cruelly.

Around 10 in the night Naira was making her bed for the night. Narasimha had left around 7-7:30 and he must've reached Kerela by now. Not that she cared, I mean she was too happy that he was out of the picture. And while she was thinking that, her phone rang. She answered the phone.
"Hello." she spoke politely.
"Missed me?" she heard him speak. Her toes curled.
"Um.....i....i..."
"I swear I am missing you so much." he whispered, twirling the synthetic hairs of the doll round his finger. He had dressed the doll in the clothes that he made after cutting the clothes that Naira wore during her stay in his house. Naira gulped.
"Did you reach on time??" she tried to change the conversation. He clicked his tongue, placing a tender kiss at the doll's cheek.
"I have not left Mumbai. I am here only." he told her, rubbing his nose against the doll's face. Naira stiffened.
"But why??" she asked. He flipped on the bed so now he was laying on his back.
"Because that house will feel empty without you. I don't wanna go there anymore.... I know I will miss you more once I am there." he spoke obsessively, exploring the face of the doll with his finger. Naira was frightened. He shouldn't miss her and he shouldn't even call her. He must leave her alone now.
"Naira my heart...." she gasped loudly when he called her that. Why was he calling her with all these creative names??? She doesn't like it.
"Will you meet me at Springs cafe tomorrow evening at 4:00?? I decided the venue as it is close to your college. I will wait for you." he said, voice clouding with an emotion totally strange and unfamiliar to her. She shook her hand in fear.
"I am sorry I can't come." she told him. He fingers started putting a little too much pressure on the doll's cheek, so much that it caved in.
"If you won't meet me tomorrow, I swear you won't like the consequences." he muttered darkly putting poor Naira in a quandary.
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