"Please guard the bungalow. I shall not be disturbed. I wanted to add the word forever; I can only wish for, instead, I added, till evening.Stop everything that's come your way; hold them at least till evening." I instructed my men; as I spoke the last part, my voice cracked a little, almost begging. Geez, Shreya, what was that? Pathetic, I groaned at myself.
My eyes fell on Rowan, unconscious, tied to the chair. Finally, finally, he is on a leash at my place, and it's time to show him his place. I grinned as I watched him. Oh my god, I never thought my dream would turn into reality so soon, that too with Dante on my fucking tail. Well, by the time he comes to know about Rowan, it will be too late. I am not going to regret this, never.
I hummed at the sight of my new conquest, and trust me, the way he was tied to the chair and unconscious was alluring. I had sacrificed too much; I did so much so that he would be mine, and he had the nerve to turn me bloody down. He turned down Shreya Merdith, seriously? That's why he ended up in this state, and oh boy, by tomorrow I will make sure his state is more alluring. I chuckled as I imagined what I was about to do once he regained consciousness. I had had enough of his bullshit, pathetically running away from me, and it was time for him to pay back for the waiting period he deliberately caused. I wasted so much energy on him, did so much for him, and yet he had the gall to cause so much chaos. I was rendering my support, even financial aid, and in return, what I asked for was just sex in my way. What's the bloody big deal? I was going to save his sorry state, and in no time, he would earn respect when I was beside him. What the hell more does he want other than that? I thought I'd give him every damn thing, and in return, I wasn't going to expect much from him. Obedience, that's all I wanted from him, yet he turned me down and ran to Dante. Now, who is on the upper hand? Well, you are going to regret the crimes you committed, baby. I am going to reshape you, like I wanted in one night. You would be too broken to run anywhere, and yeah, you can seek my forgiveness tomorrow or the day after that. I may not forgive you for now, but baby, you should keep trying. I will make sure you do. I grinned at that.
I circled Rowan, cynically. 'I was at my best behaviour while I was with you; that was my best version. What more did you want from me? I seethed as I watched him. 'I did my best to control my urges around you, and I never exploited you. Damit.' I groaned as I watched his unconscious state. 'You fucking had to ruin it,' I muttered. ′ The plan was simple: get married, build a damn alliance between our companies. ′ I spoke, not getting why he ran from me. Look at me, God Damit.′ A few days would be horrible; you would be miserable, and even a few things would be damaged in you. What's the bloody big deal? You would get used to it in no time. I groaned, not getting his bloody problem. 'Things would have worked between us, you bastard. I would have gotten rid of you once I knew you were broken. Simple and plain. No, you had to fucking run from me, like a bloody coward. I grabbed his hair roughly backwards.
Pleasure ran through my veins as I watched his state. I smiled, imagining his shock once he gained consciousness. He is damn handsome; I would give him that. Yup, bloody handsome. I want to rip everything from him; he was that handsome. I want to see those lips get swollen, blood dripping nonstop. I should make sure there are a few scars on his clear face. I hummed at my imagination as I watched his face.
'I am Shreya Merdith, you moron, and you should be honoured to marry me. You bloody idiot. I chuckled as I watched his state. 'I never wanted to get married; irrespective of that, I gave you a bloody chance. You know how many proposals kept coming for me? I ignored those; I wanted you, and you ran from me. I couldn't hold back; I slapped hardly on his left cheek. I waited, but he didn't wake, not even stir. I must have given him a strong dose; well, it was a long journey.
My mouth watered as I watched the state of Rowan and the things I wanted to do to him. He was tempting; his position and the way he was helpless were inviting. Oh god, how I yearned for this. I wanted him so badly from the time I laid eyes on him, not for a night but for so many nights. Everything was just fine, going according to the plan; just a few more steps, and he would be mine forever, but no, this bastard had to ruin it. Bloody coward couldn't handle a girl.
There was pin-drop silence once I stopped my ranting. We were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by guards. Finally, my baby was in my arms. I hummed at the thought; happiness was overflowing. The fire started to burn in me, and I was a little wet just by the imagination. 'Oh god, this would always happen whenever I am with Rowan. I groaned in frustration. Shreya, hold on, just a few more minutes. Why can't I use water to wake him? That's it, I made up my mind as I turned; something hit me on the neck, like a pin. 'Oh no, a bloody needle and I collapsed.
"Your boy toy has been kidnapped." I groaned at that. I fucking knew something like this would happen sooner or later; I knew it in the back of my mind. "I have not lost sight of him; right now, he has been dragged by her guards." He continued further; I knew I did the right thing hiring Damin. He knows his job and is damn good at it. "Last night, he was knocked out and kidnapped. From that time, she kept travelling, changing cars and everything." He chuckled, and I was stunned on the spot, gritting my teeth. This was the final blow I was waiting for. "Before you go on a rampage on me, I did try to call you, but no network the whole damn way. I somehow contacted your men in the middle of the way; they are here, surrounding the damn bungalow." He updated: only a night Rowan was away, and he was already taken. She knew her game damn well. Kept a close tab on Rowan's schedule. "I have shared the location; you better reach it by taking your private plane or jet; I don't care." I knew only action speaks louder than words, but I took the chance, and she did the predictable thing. I fucking knew she'd try something like this. "So," he probed, and I started changing my outfit. "She should be in the same position as Rowan by the time I arrive." He hummed at that. "It will be done." I disconnected the call and dialled Thomas's number to inform him about the situation.
It took three hours to reach the destination she had dragged Rowan to. She had planned this whole thing thoroughly, only if she knew how precisely I had prepared for every strike from her. She fucking had to get my attention by doing something like this, and now, no more warnings. I am done talking; it's exhausting, and she will remember me forever.
Damin was beside me. "She has been tied to the chair." I nodded at that. "Rowan is at his place, sedated." I once again nodded, acknowledging his words. "Have you called the first batch?" "Yes, they are on their way." I hummed at that.
I entered the bungalow, and immediately, my eyes fell on the unconscious figure. I chuckled at the sight. I knew she would never take my words seriously and would do anything to get her hands on Rowan. Only if she knew how far ahead of her, only if she bloody knew.
My eyes roamed over the spacious bungalow, which was just like her: hollow, cold, and, well, creepy, exactly like her. She even chose a location that matched her. I huffed. Damin brought water and threw it on her, and she groaned. She started blinking rapidly and was in shock. Damin took the clue and excused himself. She gasped at the sight of me, and she shook a little. Shreya can never be shaken that easily; well, that doesn't apply to everyone, and I am not anyone.
Her eyes fell on the position, and she rapidly tried to shake her hand that was tied to the chair. "Dante, untie me now." She shouted, still shaking, twisting her hand. "Dante, please." While shaking her whole body. I watched every scene that was unfolding without blinking. Call me insane, but I am liking it, and it's worth it. I craved this for years, but I never took a step to turn into reality. Finally, it happened for a whole different reason; she pushed the button called Rowan. "Dante, you better untie me." She shouted, and I chuckled at that.
"Baby, didn't I caution you politely, and I am rarely polite with anyone." She groaned at that. "You have to strike your last resort of yours." I taunted her; I am not going to miss the bloody chance. "Dante, please untie me." "Are you terrified?" Her lips were trembling, her body was shaking, and her hair was a mess. Perfectionist Shreya is taking a holiday for the day. "Maybe frightened?" "Untie me, untie me, untie me, you fucking bastard, untie me, now." She shouted at the top of her lungs, which sounded like a sad melody to me. "Darling." She groaned, and I moaned as I watched her. "You invited this," I stated. "You have this nasty habit of ignoring things, but never Dante's word, and you knew that too." I elaborated, and something flickered in her eyes; well, finally she is getting into reality. She looked terrified, and her breathing was haywire. "Untie me, Dante." That came out polite and desperate. I coughed at her pathetic act. "Who is going to bear the consequences, princess, not your pathetic family, right?" I closed the distance as I said the words.
I crouched down to her level so I could study her emotions up close. We faced each other, and she was furious at the sight of me, and I chuckled at her. "You can't fucking do this to me, Dante? You better untie me." She still has her touch; that will be wiped out in no time. "I haven't done anything yet." I pointed out the fact, and she groaned at that. "It wasn't a bloody big deal, Dante. It was just one night give and take." She spat the words, clenching her fist. "Next time, take the bloody hint, princess; a no means no," I spoke with a venom-filled tone. "I have a gift for you; enjoy the bloody gift." As I finished the sentence, one by one, her subs started entering the scene.
Shreya's eyes went wide at the sight of her subs, and trust me, she fumbled and almost fell along with the chair, but I caught her. "What have you planned? Untie me, untie me, untie me." She started shouting, repeating the words, shaking the whole chair. "Well, this is your gift." I waved at the group, and her shouting was nonstop. "Karma is a bitch, baby; what goes around will come around," I stated, and her breathing was getting heavy as the second passed. "Meet me tomorrow in my office," I stated as I stood up. "No," she shouted as she saw my retreating figure. "You can't leave me here, Dante, please, no, no, no." "They are just eight princesses; I am sure you can handle them." She started cursing me, and I smiled at that. "Meet me tomorrow. I don't care about your state, Shreya." With that, I was at the door. I could hear her curses and desperate voice, and I hummed at that. Checkmate.
I groaned as pain shot through my whole body, and I lost my balance and collapsed on the floor. A few curses left my mouth; I stayed where I was, regaining my strength. Once again, I tried to sit in the same place. I sighed. My neck was stuck; my body had lost its strength. God, where am I? "Why are you sleeping on the floor?" I fumbled where I sat as I heard the voice. My head jerked at the source, and I groaned when pain shot through my neck. Dante chuckled. He started walking up to me behind my back, and his hands were on my neck, and he started massaging. I hummed at that; relief started to wash over me, at least a little.
For a few minutes, he massaged my neck, and I started to feel ok. "You didn't answer my question: why are you sleeping on the floor?" I looked at him, confused. "Where am I?" "At your place." I checked the surroundings to confirm, and yes, indeed, I was. Something started to hit my memory, vaguely. Shreya's laugh was very clear, and she was saying something. I was being dragged; I just knew that. I was moving for hours; I am fucking sure of it. She was beside me, doing her thing. I abruptly turned toward Dante with wide eyes.
"I was kidnapped," I shouted at Dante, who didn't show any reaction. I was, right? How come I am here sleeping on the damn floor? Geez, what's happening to me? I felt every damn thing that happened. Did I dream this whole thing? I heard Shreya speaking beside me, as usual, with her vulgarity at its peak. I groaned, massaging my head. I was, right? I had some drink, and then I felt drowsy. Something seemed off. "Trust me, I was kidnapped," I shouted once again. "I was being dragged, and I was in the car, travelling for hours." I elaborated further. "Shreya kidnapped me, Dante; I swear she did." Dante didn't react to my words, and I was getting frustrated by that. "I have been in contact with the guards every hour, Rowan, and they informed that you have not moved from the place," Dante stated, and I was confused by that. Really? "It's been two days; you didn't return, so I thought of checking on you and found you here." I was confused and lost. Yeah, I spent a day with my sisters; they left, and I thought of returning to his place, and suddenly I felt drowsy.
My hands went to my cheek, and it hurt like a bitch. Once again, I touched my left cheek; it fucking hurts, and Dante gulped at that. I ran to the mirror to check on it, and there was a finger mark on it. Well, look at the outline. If I could find out whether it was male or female fingers, I would cut her damn fingers. "See, I fucking told you?" I shouted at Dante, who rolled his eyes in return. "I have checked the CCTV; if you want, you can cross-verify the same, Rowan." I groaned at that. What the hell is happening to me? God, did I just imagine it? Is Shreya turning into a nightmare? "I think she is becoming a nightmare in my life." I declared to Dante. "I could even slap myself; that's crazy, right?" There was a pitying look on Dante's face, but he didn't utter a word. "I can hear her voice in my bloody head now. Should I take some therapy?" I looked at Dante in desperation. "Even I imagined much more than her voice, Dante, and it's not normal, right?" I started panicking; that bitch is haunting me. I swear she can become a ghost while she is alive.
"Let's go from here, and you can think calmly about everything," Dante stated, and I slowly nodded at that. I started moving from the place hastily, Dante on my tail. "I fucking tell you that bitch is haunting me," I shouted as we were walking on the floor, and my voice echoed through the whole floor.
In no time, we were in the car, and I really tried to dig into my memory for something that might have happened, but it was blank. Like, things happened only in my head. "Ouch, this fucking hurt." I groaned as I touched my cheeks. This is so stupid of me, slapping myself. The car stopped in front of the hospital, and Dante got out of the car. He opened the door for me; I followed him. Brandon was waiting for us; he gave a big smile as he saw Dante, who only acknowledged him by nodding his head. Brandon hugged me, which I returned.
Without any question, Brandon started working on my cheek. A silent conversation was going on between them, through their eyes, which was far beyond my understanding. So, I ignored them.
The car stopped in front of the mansion, and I got out, hurrying my way to the room. I saw Dante's dad on the couch; it looks like he was waiting. As I entered, he saw me and glared at Dante, who just shrugged. "Get fresh up; dinner will be served to your room, ok?" I nodded at that and claimed the stairs.
I tried my best to avoid eye contact with my dad, but it was hard when he was boiling with anger. I hate Brandon when he does something like this. "I hope you have taken care of her, or else, I swear, Dante, I will." I pinched the bridge of my nose; he meant it, and I can't let him go after her. "I have taken care of her, don't worry," I replied to him politely; I can't let him act on his anger. "Look at his bloody cheek." He groaned, and I grimaced at that. I don't know how I managed that whole thing, but somehow Rowan is in a dilemma; that's all I wanted for now. If he comes to know the truth, he may leave the country for a few years, or he will be terrified for his dear life and will tune out the outside world and never step out. Or he may start taking therapy sessions like an idiot; he was talking at his place. He needs to be handled with care; if a lie could handle and cover up the situation, so be it. I am willing to do that.
"Dad, as I said, Shreya is taken care of; don't worry. Brandon might be waiting; just go." He coughed at that. Shrugging his shoulders, he started walking, and I started to climb the steps.
Rowan was on the balcony. I went to the bathroom to freshen up. As I freshened up, I walked out, and I checked his plate, which was half empty. I rolled my eyes. Don't tell me this whole thing got into him. I saw Rowan, who stood by crossing hands on his chest. The view was nice from here, but I couldn't leave him alone, not knowing what was running through his mind right now. So, I joined him.
I hummed as the air hit my face, and the silence filled with unspoken words. I can be content with just this rather than every other thing; I could live with this, just us; I could manage my whole life if Rowan is beside me. My lips crooked a little at my thoughts. "She is getting into me; my mind is filled with the horror scenes I have created." I rolled my eyes at that, only if he knows. "I should get rid of everything by eating pizza with extra, extra cheese and lots of chocolate ice cream for now." My shoulders slumped at that; I started scratching my eyebrow, not knowing how to control myself around him. "Should I order?" I asked him, to which he rolled his eyes. I don't know why. "No, I think I won't be able to sleep today; I am active as hell." How many hours was he out, by the way? "So, long ride it is." Rowan declared. "So." He prompted. Will he take no as an answer? Most importantly, will I say no to him, not even in my dream, I guess? I nodded at Rowan. "Let's go," I informed Rowan, who jumped and started walking ahead of me. "You are driving." He shouted at the door. I grunted in acknowledgement.