Chapter 3 Chap - 3

He held the belt of the robe in his hand, still pinning me down under him. The blue robe was now loose around him, revealing his strong muscles. With every breath he took, his chest muscles twitched, and his abs grew even harder. This guy surely works extremely well on his body.

I tried to wiggle under him, but it was of no use since both my legs and arms were pinned.

"Just let me go, please. I seriously don't want to have sex with you," I pleaded as his face got closer to mine. His breath now fanned over my face, and my entire form was drenched in sweat. I shut my eyes and started repeating "please" as many times as I could.

After a few seconds, I felt his weight shift to the right side, and I gradually opened my eyes. He was now on my right side, looking at me with a smirk.

"You seriously thought I would have sex with you right now?"

"You..." I tried to point my fingers at him, but my hands didn't cooperate. I realized he had tied both my hands above the bedrest with his belt. His robe now dangled at his sides, and he was still smirking.

"Unlock me right now."

He shook his head. "So that you could pull my hair? No chance."

I immediately used my legs to kick him in his balls, but my legs were too short to reach him. They just landed next to his knees, and I managed to hit him there-but it only hurt me. Who on earth hits others on their knees?

He rubbed my feet, trying to reduce the pain, but it did the worse for me. I felt ticklish. But giggling or enjoying in front of my enemy was the last thing I wanted to do, so I kicked him on his chest right where I stabbed him earlier.

He winced and looked back, all the playfulness disappearing from his face.

"Why are you so hell-bent on running away from me?"

"You killed my family, duh!" I stated. It was a matter of fact, and him being heartless would never understand that killing is a big issue.

He sighed. "It's been more than a day since I took a nap. It's midnight. Let us sleep. We can discuss everything in the morning." Saying that, he pulled the covers over himself and switched the light off.

That's when I realized it was midnight now. He killed all my family last night when I fainted, which means I had been sleeping for the past twenty-four hours.

And what the fuck does he mean by sleeping together? If only my feet had daggers, I would stab him again. I tried to kick him but stopped when he roared:

"I will tie your legs as well. Sleep if you don't want that."

Hell no! I would not trust him even in my sleep. Pretty sure he would do anything if I slept-especially with my hands tied. I planned not to sleep since I had plenty of rest in the past twenty-four hours. I could utilize that energy.

As soon as I heard soft snores from his tired body, I started to free myself from the belt. Thankfully, it was made of velvety material, so it didn't hurt me while I was freeing myself.

Damn! His knots were like a puzzle. It was nothing like a simple round-round-twist. It was more of a round-twist-twist-round-twist. The clock ticked three in the early morning when I finally freed myself. It literally took three hours just to free myself from his belt. But at least I was free!

I slowly tiptoed towards the door, only to realize it was LOCKED.

Why me?

It was a keypad lock, and I didn't know his passcode-nor his fingerprint. Should I threaten him with a weapon? Should I drag his hand and press the keypad? Should I ask him the passcode in the hopes he'll reveal it in his sleep?

I decided to do the latter.

"Mirror! Mirror! What is the passcode?" I tried in Snow White style.

He just lay there with no response.

"Hakuna Matata! What is the passcode?"

I tried a few more times, but no magic was working. I pulled out the tall lamp next to me and removed the bulb. I now had a long metal rod in my hand. I pointed it toward him like a Stone Age man pointing at his prey.

"Hey guy, reveal your passcode and I shall let you go."

There was still no response.

I poked him with the rod, and he didn't even budge.

Is he dead?

All the memories flashed in front of me. I stabbed him first, hit him again, and kicked him.

Is it possible for anyone to die from that? Heart attack due to the stabbing? High blood pressure due to the kick?

Since there was no blood around him, it must be internal bleeding. I concluded.

Should I save him or let him die?

If I save him, he will kill me-just like he killed my family.

But if I let him die, his men will think I killed him and they'll kill me.

I'm dead either way.

So, I chose the former-saving him, also because I'm a good person unlike him.

I began my task: saving the enemy.

Okay, now how do we save a person dead from internal bleeding? I scratched my head.

Should I cut his skin and find where it's bleeding and tie a bandage around his organ? I'm in big trouble.

There are, like, too many organs inside a human. So where should I start checking? Should I cut his heart? Liver? Kidney? Or brain?

Since I didn't have bandages or cotton in the room, I tore the curtain. It was long enough to save someone from internal bleeding.

I tried to use the sharp edge of the metal rod in my hand to cut his chest and find the internal bleeding in his heart. I chose the heart as it's a crucial organ for a human to survive.

Let's make sure everything is alright with his heart.

My hands shivered as I went near him and opened the robe covering his upper body. His lower half was covered in pants, thankfully.

Now that his strong muscles were in my view, I decided to dig open his skin and search for his heart.

The pressure I applied wasn't sufficient to cut open the skin, so I tried harder. The skin turned red but didn't cut deep.

He started moving weakly, and I knew I was doing it right. I didn't stop and started twisting the rod more rabidly.

By this time, he tried to push the rod away, but couldn't-as he was weak-and I didn't give up.

Someone on the other side of the door started pressing the keypad to unlock it, and I froze.

What should I do?

Should I continue to save him or leave him dead?

I mean, my surgery was almost successful if not for the interruption.

I instantly took the rod with me and hid under the low-rise bed. Believe me, it's uncomfortable to get under this bed.

Finally, someone came inside.

"Kartik, are you alright?"

By his voice, I recognized him as Gautam. He must be the right-hand guy of Kartik, since he came into his room.

After a few seconds, Kartik woke up and questioned,

"Where is Aadhya?"

"She must be in her room. How is the wound? Though the bullet was removed, the doctor said you'll still feel sore," Gautam replied.

Bullet? I stabbed him, idiot. These people don't even know the difference between a stab and a shot.

"She's not in her room, dammit! I brought her to my room as I was drugged with the medicine and was afraid she'd run away if she was in any other room. This is the only room where she'd have no chance to run away. Now look-she succeeded." He yelled.

"What do you mean? There's no way an insect can pass out of this mansion without checks, let alone this room. She must be hiding somewhere. You please get rest and we can think with a clear mind. You're still under the medicine's effect," Gautam tried bringing sense into Kartik.

Medicine effect! That's the reason he wasn't waking up.

Damn it, Aadhya. You could've killed him.

And this Gautam is too smart.

That was my plan to escape: I'll hide till everyone searches for me outside, and then I can escape.

"No way! I want her right now." Kartik stood up with his feet dragging behind him.

"Kartik, at least get your wound dressed. Your arm is bleeding." Gautam followed him out.

So, it's his arm. The robe was covering it and I missed checking it.

Anyway, which organ might be bleeding in an arm? Bladder? Gills? Or appendicitis?

No way, Aadhya-gills are in fish, not humans.

So it must be appendicitis in his arm.

Anyway, I heard Kartik creating havoc outside and Gautam trying to make him sound like an adult.

He thinks Kartik is not thinking straight due to the medicine, but he's missing the point-Kartik doesn't need medicine to be abnormal. He is abnormal.

Within a few minutes, dozens of men gathered, explaining the others had gone out for bringing firearms, food, etc., and only these people were left-which made things easier for me.

I heard a few jeeps coming to life, and finally, the entire building went silent.

Appreciate my brain-I blocked the bedroom door from closing with the rod I was holding.

Now I wasn't locked in.

I proudly stood up and ran outside to see the huge mansion empty except for the furniture.

The main door was about to be closed by the servants of this mansion. They were carrying vegetables with both their hands, preventing them from seeing me.

I tiptoed behind them and finally came outside the mansion and hid behind the vegetable van they were loading.

"Did you see someone was right behind us?" one of them questioned.

"Not this early morning, drunkard. We need to take these vegetables to Menon Mansion. And it'll take three more hours to reach, so please shut up."

They both sat in the van after loading all the bags.

Menon Mansion?

Exactly! I can meet Mr. Menon and let him know my situation. I still have someone to rely on.

I sighed with happiness and sat inside this vegetable van. The vehicle started moving out of the gates after the security let them go. It was now around five in the morning and still foggy.

This day turned out to be in my favor.