CHAPTER 4

          I was walking in the street toward the main road to catch transport. His intense eyes flashed before my eyes.

       ' I've gone mad and my mind seems unstable now. Why am I thinking about a bad person like him? '

      I reached the main road. I waited for the transport. A black SUV was parked in front of me. I turned to walk aside from it to catch transport as it was getting dark. I turned to go around. Abruptly, I felt a strong and bulky hand on my wrist. I swivelled my head to see who. My eyes caught the sight of his dark blue suit. I raised my eyelashes to see who dared to touch me. It had dark grey eyes. I swallowed a lump in my throat to find the same dapper monster. He lifted me off the ground. My heart picked a race in fear. I opened my mouth to shout. Immediately, he covered my mouth with his second hand, muffling my screams. He tugged me toward him in the car forcefully. He pulled back my hand on my back and I was struggling to remove his hand from my mouth. He left my wrist and wrapped his arm around my waist, almost engulfing me. His one hand was still covering my mouth. My eyes widened with shock and I was glancing at him in fear. My heart was fluttering like the wings of a caged bird. I was hitting him with my fisted hand. Which he didn't seem to affect. I was shouting, it was coming out as the weakest cry. I heard the engine on. I felt goosebumps over my arms. I was pulling away from him. He had locked me in his arm's hold, one hand on my waist and the second on my mouth. The car sped away from my work. My heart was drumming in my chest and reaching to my ear. I was scared like he**.

      " You should keep your mouth shut. " One of the guys from behind said it. 

      He shot him with his angry look as he would kill him in the next minute. When his man was beating that lady brutally, his face was so calm. Did he not like to interfere with his prey?

       Junk! I called myself prey. 

      I felt a dangerous silence around me. I was sweating with fear. My hands on his chest started to shiver. Tears welled in my eyes. 

      " Let me go. I won't tell anyone," I said, but it came out as hmmm. 

      I blinked my eyes, tears fell from my eyes, touching his hand on my mouth and replaced with the new. 

      " Shhh.... I'll not harm you. " He said in a husky tone, staring into my eyes. 

      I stared back into his eyes. He has beautiful grey eyes, a pointed nose and pink thin lips. He was more handsome than I saw him from a distance. The light beard gave him a gorgeous look. My hands were on his chest. I could tell. He spent hours in the gym daily. I really needed to show myself to a doctor. He had kidnapped me and I was analysing him. 

       He removed his hand from my mouth. I couldn't utter a word with fear. I swallowed hard. I was staring at him. I moved away from him. But his hand on my waist stopped me. I tried with my hands to unfurl his fingers on my waist. He was continuously staring at me and a wry smile was tugged on his face as he got a most awaited toy. My hands were shaking. I took a look at him. He was still staring at me with the same calmness on his face. 

      I ran my eyes around. They were in suits, four men. No one was looking at us. My eyes stopped at him. He was still staring at me with a smile on his face. 'He's a mad person.'

      His man pulled over the car. I watched out of the window. This place seemed familiar to me.

   

        Holy sh**! It is my home. 

       " Go home. " He said with a slight tug on his lips. He removed his hand from my waist. 

      I was praying in my mind to God for him to mean what he recently said to me. 

      To clear my doubt, I reached for the door and opened it. It opened, I was gawking at him in awe now. I hugged my handbag and ran out of his car. 

      I looked back to see, was chasing me? He wasn't chasing but he didn't break his stare either. I wiped my tears. How did he know my address? I rang the doorbell. Immediately, Mommy opened the door. I suppressed my scared look. I shifted my eyes on the ground and dug my eyes on my phone. 

       Luckily, she didn't ask me any questions. I fastly walked to my room upstairs. I went near the window, I slightly removed the curtain and peeped out. The car was gone. I heaved a deep breath. My heart was still beating fast.

        I showered with cold water. He was revolving in my mind.

     ' Why didn't he hurt me? I have caught him red-handed. Why was his man beating her, I mean threatening her? First, he kidnapped me and later he dropped me at my house. What is he planning for? Definitely, I'd be in big trouble, my gut is saying. '

     

       " Dee! Open the door. I want to show you my new drawing. " Romit shouted, hitting his hand on my door. 

       " Wait... " I told him loudly.  

      

       ' He is ten years old, slim and sunny. He is my younger brother. I love him the most in this world.'

       I wiped my face on the towel and walked to the door barefoot. I opened the door. He showed himself, with a lovely smile on his face. I smiled back at him and ruffled his hair. 

      " Dee! " He said, showing his new painting to me. 

      It was a little brown mountain with a red-coloured hut, " Wao... You're improving. It's very beautiful. " I smiled. 

      " Really! Thank you. You'll reward me with a prize. " He asked, grinning. 

      " Oh yes! You really deserve a big prize. " I smirked and picked up my handbag. I fished for his favourite stuff and I got it. 

     He was lovingly watching me with excited eyes, " Close your eyes. " I said. 

    Immediately he did with a huge smile. I put my hand in front of him, holding two chocolates in it for him. 

     " Can I open my eyes, Dee? It started to hurt. " He said with a sad face. 

     I laughed heartily, hearing his excuses, " Yes, you can. " I slightly smile. 

     He opened it and instantly grabbed it from my hand, " It is two. " He jumped in excitement. 

     " All yours. " I giggled to see him so glad. 

     "I'll share with Momma. " He rushed out of the room. 

      I was watching him running toward the staircase. He was hoping after every second step, " Don't hop on stairs. " I told him.

      "Okay," He stopped jumping. It always kept me worried that he'd hurt himself. I plopped on my single bed and grabbed my book from a small table.