I waited curiously for her to say something but her phone rang and she excused herself. She came back and told me that she has some work and will talk about it later.

"Talk about what?" I thought. Yeah, probably she gonna say, "Look, girl, we saved your ass so give us money and leave right now."

I nodded and without saying anything I went to my room and lay on the bed waiting for sleep to come but it didn't. I stared at the ceiling and many thoughts ran through my mind. What if I have been kidnapped or what if he is a monster? I saw his black eyes so maybe he is a devil and he wants my soul. No, no, no, I am so stupid. Why are these stupid thoughts crossing my mind? There are no such things as the devil. Yeah, they just want money for saving my ass. I rolled my eyes thinking about how money can make anyone do anything.

After rolling from one side to another for like 1000 times finally sleep came. Later at night, somewhere I heard the sound of the door opening and closed. Then I felt the one side of the bed heavy. Someone pulled me close. I wanted to protest but I couldn't.

The last thing I heard was,

"Please, don't leave me,"

In the morning, those words were still replaying in my head. Was someone here at night or was it just a dream? I am confused but I dismissed it believing it was just a dream.

Later, Rima came with my breakfast.

"Good morning," she said. She came with this positive energy with her and I couldn't stop but smile in response.

"Eat this first, then we will talk." She said slowly sitting on the bed.

Finally.

I was curious to know. I nodded and ate. After finishing eating, I was about to say that I don't have any money but will pay after I get home but she spoke before I could say anything.

"Before you say anything, you can't leave," she said and I looked at her wanting to know why.

Oh, she knows that I don't have any money? Of course, she knows. What a fool I am.

I nodded in understanding.

"I will pay you, you know after I get back home. Trust me I am not lying." I said trying to make her understand.

At first, maybe she didn't understand what I was saying but when she did she burst out laughing. I looked at her confused, then I realized maybe I have been kidnapped and that's why they won't let me leave unless my parents pay them.

"Oh gosh, don't tell me that I have been kidnapped," I said in a panicked tone.

She shook her head smiling.

"No," she said.

"Then, why can't I leave?" I asked.

"It's just you can't."

"Why?"

She was about to speak when her phone rang and she excused herself.

There must be some reason why I can't leave. Even if she refused, I was sure I have been kidnapped.

For three days straight I asked her why can't I leave and what they want from me but she would always say,

"When the time comes you will know."

This made me frustrated and I tried running away but there were so many guards. The guy was nowhere to be seen and the girl wouldn't explain why I couldn't leave and wouldn't let me leave either. I went to the garden frustrated, and angry. At least they could tell me why was I still here. If they wanted a favor for saving my life, even though I didn't ask them to, I would pay them once I was home.

I looked at the bench that guy was sitting on that day. I heard someone say hey. I turned to find him, so he talks? I gave him a cold look and left. I locked the door. Surprisingly, I didn't miss my family. They never understood me and I hated how they always treated me. They never understood me. However, they had the right to know I was alive.

The maid came to inform me that dinner was ready but I didn't give any response. Later, Rima came too but I ignored her. I was so tired of not getting answers so this is what they were getting back from me. I was half asleep when Suddenly, I heard banging at the door.

"Open the damn door."

It was him. He didn't seem angry but impatient like me but the case was I was impatient to know why I can't leave and he was impatient not getting to enter the room.

I rolled my eyes not bothering to move.

"Open it or I will break it," he warned.

"As I care, do whatever you want with your property," I said to myself.

"Last time I am saying, Open the damn door," he said and continued to knock on the door.

Tired of that I got up and opened it. Without bothering to look at him, I was about to turn around but he had other intentions. He caught my hand and pinned me to the wall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked. I refused to look at him as if he was not there. We were so close, that it made me uncomfortable.

"Look at me," he whispered but I didn't. He brought his hand to my chin and forced me to look at him. Now I was looking directly into his eyes. He had these beautiful brown eyes which I found beautiful and he was quite handsome.....no no what am I saying.

"Speak," he said softly.

"I am not hungry," I said and suddenly my stomach made the sound.

My fucking embarrassing tummy.

"Shit," I muttered to myself and he smiled.

He smiles too?

"Oh really?" He said. Smirk plastered on his face.

"Come down and have dinner," He gave me space.

"No," I said and sat on the bed.

His hands were balled into a fist. I know he was angry but I was angrier. He stood there for a while and when I didn't bother to move, he left.

I felt relief but after some time he came with the food.

Stubborn asshole.

"Eat," he said placing the tray on the table but I didn't bother to move. He stood in front of me and stared at me.

"Why won't you eat?" He asked.

"Why do you care?" I said and his jaw clenched.

I stood up and was about to go towards the bathroom but he stopped me holding my wrist.

"I said...."

"If I eat will you let me leave?" I asked him, cutting him off.

He stared at me and I brought him into reality by snapping my finger.

"For fuck sake, answer the damn question. Why won't you let me go?"

He smiled at my cursed word and I glared at him.

"No," he said.

"What no?" I asked sending him a dead look.

"The answer is no for the question." He said which made me angrier.

Why was he being so difficult with me? I snatched my hand in anger. I can't explain how angry I was. I wanted to punch him or even slap him.

"Leave," I almost shouted and went to the bathroom, locked the door, and sat on the floor. I knew he came and stood in front of the door and after some time he left.

I sat there thinking about how my life turned out because of my one stupid decision. Why couldn't I ever make a proper decision? I came out to find food still on the table. Even though I was angry I couldn't leave the food untouched so I sat there eating it and the food made me lose some of my anger.

That night, again I felt my bed heavy and heard in a low whisper.

"I am sorry,"