Haseena's PoV.

Kidnapping him was an easier task than I thought. Him being drunk helped. Though this was not my original plan but the sudden change of situations forced me to do this.

Well, my boss or client.

Money was definitely not my concern. It was just a trick against him. Otherwise he will be scared of the shit happening.

The way he threw up caused me to look after him. I brought an ORS filled water. Rule No. 1, He should be scared of me but healthy and without a scratch. Though I have scratched him below his eye.

I would have punched him for his over - confidence of shouting at me like that. For men ego will always be on top. He is silly to behave like that in front of his kidnapper.

The door knob turned and he looked  pale. Weaker and drowsy. He was about to faint but I held him, the ORS bottle still in my other hand.

Fuck him, I didn't sign up for his babysitting.

"You", I could barely control my temper as he kicked on my calves and pushed me on the ground. He held the legs of the stool to hit me with it but I turned. I kicked on his leg which disblanced him.

Quickly getting up I gripped his throat and pinned him to the wall. He may be fit and taller but I have known these tricks for years.

"What do you think of yourself? Ladki hu iska matlab ye nahi ki haath paer nahi chala sakti! ", I gritted my teeth bringing my face very close to him. I could feel his ragged breaths on my neck.

Anubhav's PoV-

I guess I will end up dying from her hands if I underestimate her once again. She overpowered me so easily like I was nothing to her. The built and gyming in college and earlier days felt useless.

I coughed as her hands pressed more against my neck. She was so close that even in such low lights, I got to see the scars on her face. One near her lips, the other one cutting her brow.

I might have been gushing over her beauty in the cab but now I know she is equally dangerous, carrying the marks of her crime. I dared not to see back in her eyes which threatened me. Her grip tightened with words but I did not reply. I had already hurt her pride.

I coughed for air. She released me. That is when my eyes went to the ORS bottle rolling on the ground. She is strange. Why would she do it for me?

Bile filled my belly again due to stress and I rushed to basin again. This time I could really faint and she would kick me instead.

Scrunching her nose she came inside with a towel and two bottles- one of normal water and one with ORS. I stared at her. Was she a psycho? Or a person with split personality. "Hey bhagwaan bacha lena is se humme bas", I murmured.

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A dark room. A female scent. You are handcuffed to the head board of the bed. Sounds the sexiest thing.

Nope.

I am in the same situation. Seeing me throw up so much she softened and tied my one wrist to the end of the headboard with a criminal-like cuff, so that I could sleep better.

She is laying on the other side of the room on a single bed like the one I am on. It's really very suffocating with everything closed around you and lights almost off.

"Please khidki kholdo. Bahout ghutan ho rahi hai", I almost pleaded. My voice the softest it could get.

She stared. I swear she looked nothing less then a lioness setting her eyes on a prey. I got nervous and the thing which was roaming in my mind from so long spilled out.

"Ye tumhare chehre pe do nishaan kaise Lage?"

Fuck yourself Anubhav.

Her eyes blinked and she was confused that whether she heard it right or not? Then she strode towards me with stern expression.

"Pehle hi bahout baby sit karwa chuke ho...ab boyfriend ki tarha sawal puch rahe ho?"

"Nahi me...voh"

"Kya woh? Kyu kholu me khidki taki neeche jaate logo ko chilane Lago?"

"Please. Dum ghut raha humara"

"Ye dawa lo or chup chap so jao", she spat. I wish I could curse her the same way I am doing it in my mind. "Nahi khaani"

"Mat Khao", she shouted making me flinch. "I won't tolerate this shit. Phir se vomit hui toh pade rehna yaha pe", she threw the tablet away and kept the bottle near me moving outside.

I closed my eyes, thinking about my family. My mom-dad, my sister...I wish to see them again. Unknowingly a tear fell down my eyes.

Haseena's PoV

He behaves like the son of a rich man. SPOILED with amenities  But more than that he is an average nosy relative. Fuck him. Fuck him for reminding me about my past, those scars which are stuck with me for a lifetime. Which made me the woman I am today. One with trust issues, hating love and just visiting men to fulfill my needs.

I hate him (not Anubhav) for breaking my fairy tale. I inhaled and exhaled trying to cool my temper. Peeping inside the room to see if took the other tablet? For sure I don't want him to puke and make the only sleeping room stinking...

He was crying.

He missed his family, he feared death.

But just can't deal with a single thing to not mess with me. I had already promised to leave him unharmed once my work is done or say my boss's.

Frustratedingly, I moved to the kitchen and filled a glass of beer. Drinking it one go. My throat burned providing temporary relief of the painful memories that have occupied my thought process. Anubhav was not at fault but he is.

I allowed myself only that quantity which kept me sane to handle the current scenario.

The food remained untouched. Neither did he eat nor do I want to.

I moved back to see him sleeping. From a polly bag I took out my clothes. I cannot stay in this driver attire a minute more now.

Before going to change, I opened all the windows. Indeed it was suffocating. Or say my thoughts were now...I would hate to admit to doing it for Anubhav.

Upcoming-

My eyes...I saw her drop the t-shirt. Speak up you are awake, otherwise she will kill you!

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