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"Did you see anything there? A book, a folder… afile?" He asked me like I was a small kid. I frowned at his sentence trying to remember something from the room, "no, I don't remember seeing anything except for the parcel through which I learned that it was Viaan's office."
He nodded approvingly before asking his final question, "did you... Did you take something from there?"
Now I scowled at him, what did they take me as? A petty thief?
"No, sir. My mother raised me better than that. I just ran out of the room as soon as I realized that it belonged to your jerk of a brother. Had I known that it was his office beforehand, I would have happily stabbed myself in the eyes than enter that damned place!"
Daksh just stared at me with raised eyebrows for a second, calculating something in his head, "I am starting to understand why Aaryan and Neel are adamant to help you. Well, I'll still tell you what I am supposed to say."
He sighed preparing to drop the bomb, "one of the most important files has gone missing from Viaan's office. And the last person to go in there was you. So, Viaan has it embedded in his head that you stole the file. If you know anything at all about it, anything at all, could save you from harsher consequences. He has thought through it and has considered to let you go even if you had taken the file. He just wants information about it."
"But I don't know anything about file!" I exclaimed feeling my sobriety slowly creeping in.
"Just try to recall, maybe you will come up with something," he got up and moved towards the door.
"And... You will have to stay here until the file is recovered. Not mine but Viaan's orders, and once Viaan says something, it shall be done," with that said he walked out leaving me gaping at the door.
But I don’t even have a damn idea about what this stupid file was all about! Why in the hell would I want to steal it, first of all???
I wanted to scream and cry but right now that wasn't what I had to do, I had to get out of here. Somehow...
I stumbled up from the bed and tried the door but it was locked. As expected of them. I searched for a window to climb out but there weren't any... They only had glass walls...
I searched for anything like a phone or an intercom but came up empty-handed. I was trapped in an exotic room! And I wanted to run away from there...
I always used to wonder how things happened in people's lives, how miracles occurred, how people got into trouble. Mom always named it either as their fate or as their karma. So what do I call this? My fate or my karma?
When half a billion girls wanted to share one moment with any of the Raivardhan brothers, I was trapped in their home, trapped by them but I wanted to get out of here. Look at how sadistic the fate could be or how much of meanie was the karma.
Bravo god, bravo! Standing ovation to you and yourmaster plan. I swear I will never wish for anything ever again...
And at that moment nothing else mattered. What should have mattered had flown out of the nonexistent window.
Like how Shah Rukh Khan had told in the movie Om Shanti Om,picture abhi baki hai mere dost, picture abhi baki hai.
But in my case, it wasn't just remaining, but the entire movie had just begun... Karma, as they say, is sweet karma in the form of a biting bitch.
15. PANDRAH
It'sokay Rynah, don't back out now, don't you dare back out now!
That was what I had been chanting in my head like it was my mantra while I looked at the door. Anytime now and they would be here. Anytime now, come on!
I held onto the biggest shower head, that I had miraculously managed to not so gently unscrew from the shower panels of nine shower heads, tightly in a baseball bat position. And waited for someone, anyone to enter. They were just going to have it from me, whether or not it was their fault. Why? Because I was pissed to an extreme extent. Why should I forgive others when they place the blame on something I had no idea upon my head?
In the same way, I didn't care who would walk in through the door. If it's a butler or a maid, sad for them, if it was Aaryan, Neel or Daksh, sad on my part but if it was one of those two assholes, Viaan or Vikrant, that would be the best thing to happen to me. I might hit them harder than what I was planning to hit others.
Someone had to come in to get me some food, it was actually around lunch. And I hoped, very optimistically that they would serve food to me too, or more likely let me give them a concussion...
The sadistic thoughts would have made me cringe before because I was never that way, but it made me delighted at the moment. My mother raised me better than this. This was alltheirfault! They made me that way by messing with my head.
Now, I was planning to mess their heads up, physically. I wasn't going to sit around here, like a plastic doll and wait for them to decide for me. I was getting out of here by hook or by crook. Like how I had initially planned, by damaging some heads. I just scowled at the door as more nasty thoughts swarmed in my mind.
Then it happened, the moment I had been waiting for more than half an hour. The doorknob turned, my heart clenched and surprisingly freezing me in my place. My brain was blank when the door opened and revealed two people standing there. I remained frozen for a split second more, and so did they. We stared at each other without uttering a word. Their eyes widened, registering what was going on here.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the jerks of the Raivardhans. Instead, these two were a young man and a woman, both in uniform and holding trays full of what I guess was food for me. And oh, I was so hungry, hungry for some blood. To their misfortune, it would be their heads I would be breaking today.
Letting out a war cry, I launched myself in their direction, the metallic shower head tight in my grasp. Their confused expressions morphed into petrified ones. The lady let out an earsplitting scream as she ran out of the room but not before dropping the tray. Well, the guy did the same, just that he more likely ranintothe room rather than out of it.
