Ehtisham's POV
"You know that's wrong—to keep her here."
"And who are you to tell me this?" I asked with a raised brow.
"Because I'm your friend, and it's my job to knock some sense into you."
"Arham! I don't need you to tell me what to do or not, because that girl is going to be here until I'm sure she’s harmless and not going to create any nuisances."
"Sure! But it's been a week. Why haven't you done anything till now?"
"I've asked Phantom to check on her."
"Okay, good. Now let’s talk about the deal."
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"Boss! Here's the information you asked for."
"Okay. Get back to work," I said, dismissing Phantom from my office.
It's been a week, and I still don't know what to do about that girl. So I asked him to bring me a background check file on her.
She had witnessed two murders—by me. And I don't think she would've kept her mouth shut. So kidnapping her was the best option. She should be grateful I didn't kill her already.
Let’s see if there’s anything important in here.
Name – Bilqish Ahmed
Age – 22
Height – 5'4
Eye colour – Black
Hair colour – Black
3rd year college student
No information on parents.
Has been an orphan her whole life.
Never indulged in any criminal activity.
Relationship – Single
Best friend – Ifra Raees [lives with her foster parents]
Lived in orphanage till 18.
Current address – Navi Mumbai
Huh! Not a single piece of information that could give me an upper hand over her. I was about to decline it, but it seems I’ll have to question her myself.
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Author's POV
"THE FUCK YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T LOCATE HER? IT'S BEEN A WEEK. YOU GUYS ARE SO USELESS!"
A loud shatter of glass followed the scream, echoing down the hallway. Everyone standing outside the room froze in place.
"Sir—I... I’ve done everything I could," the man stuttered, practically trembling.
Then again, who wouldn’t? Watching your own death approaching, asking you your last wish—a wish that would never be fulfilled.
"Release the boys from Barrack Three. And tell them not to return if they don’t find any trace of her." He ordered one of his men to conduct a ground search. If technology failed, old-school ways would be used.
"Yes, sir." The man replied and quickly left to pass on the orders.
Then another loud bang was heard. The man from earlier now lay on the ground in his own pool of blood.
"I hope this gives you all a lesson on what should be done—or not. Go back to your assigned work," He growled and left the room, fuming, to inform his father about everything that had happened.
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Author's POV
The two people on the other side were going insane from the amount of searching they'd done over the past week. And still—they couldn’t find a single trace of their dear friend, Bilqish.
The police hadn’t helped at all. There wasn’t a single clue about what could’ve happened to her. But Ifra couldn't just leave it at that. This was her best friend who had vanished. She wouldn’t rest until she had her back, standing in front of her, alive and safe.
Zeeshan wasn’t any less. He had not left a single stone unturned in searching for her, even if it was only for the sake of Ifra.
Now they were planning to go back—back to Ifra’s foster parents. Maybe they could actually help in finding Bilqish. They had been attached to her like their own child. And they were willing to go to any extent to bring her home safely—no matter where she was or what it took.
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Bilqish's POV
I don't even know what day it is today. I'm scared... but I haven’t let it show on my face. Not even once.
And let’s not forget the dogs in this room, who have somehow become my weird acquaintances. I’ve been feeding them my share of food, and maybe that’s why they don’t try to scare me to death anymore whenever I step down from the bed.
I need to think—fast. How do I escape from here? It’s already been a week… or something close. I’ve been counting the nights, trying to keep track.
But I don’t even know if Ifra is still looking for me. What’s happening outside this place? What if my kidnapper made everyone believe that I’m already dead? That no one is even looking for me anymore?
I mean… that’s what usually happens in movies, right?
"It’s not a movie. It’s real life," my consciousness mutters back, dripping with attitude.
Huh. Whatever.
I don’t think I’ll survive. What if that scary guy eventually decides to kill me? I haven’t even traveled all over India yet.
"But that guy is hot," my consciousness throws in again, and I sigh.
I didn't say that. She did. Points at my annoying consciousness.
Anyway, as I was saying—
A loud noise ripped through the room as the door slammed open.
My breath hitched the moment I saw his face.
His angry face.
"Ah... I see you've made quite a few friends by feeding them your food," he said, nodding toward the dogs.
My eyes widened. "How... How do you know that?" I asked, my voice trembling no matter how hard I tried to control it.
"Do you see that?" he pointed toward a shelf.
My eyes followed—and there it was.
A small camera, half-hidden behind books.
He had been watching me. Every single move.
He had been keeping eyes on me while I was foolishly planning my escape.
Panic gripped me. I could barely breathe.
"Don’t worry. I'm not gonna kill you..." he said, stepping closer. "...yet. I just want to see how well you'll behave."
He came closer to the bed, leaned down so we were eye-level, and smirked right in my face.
"Don’t think that just because you're feeding them a few bites, they'll be loyal to you. I raised them from birth. Their loyalty lies with me," he said, crushing whatever hope I’d been holding onto.
"I think you got what I was saying." He straightened his back. "Well, I came here to tell you that I’ll be gone for a week. You’re allowed to step out of this room—but stay within your limits."
"I’ll decide what to do with you... when I’m back."
With that, he turned and walked away.
This time, he didn’t lock the gate behind him.
It was open.
But after that interaction, I didn’t dare step off the bed.
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