Questions

I waited curiously for her to say something, but her phone rang, and she excused herself. After 10 minutes, she came back to tell me that she had some work and would talk about it later.

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

I was somehow scared, but I nodded anyway. 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 was a devil and he wanted my soul. No, no, no, I am so stupid. Why are these stupid thoughts crossing my mind? There is no such thing 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 like 1,000 times, finally, sleep came. Later at night, somewhere, I heard the sound of the door opening and closing. Then I felt one side of the bed feel 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 was 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, and I couldn't help but smile in response. Rima seemed like a very positive and lively person. The complete opposite of me

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

Finally.

I was curious to know. I quickly took the plate and nodded. After finishing eating, I was about to say that I didn't have any money and would pay after I got home, but she spoke before I could say anything.

"Before you say anything, you can't leave."

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 tried 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, and then I realized maybe I had been kidnapped, and that's why they won't let me leave unless my parents pay them.

My eyes turned wide, and I started to panic.

"Oh gosh, don't tell me that I have been kidnapped."

She shook her head, smiling.

"No," she replied.

"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 had been kidnapped. For three days straight, I asked her why I couldn't leave and what they wanted 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 I was 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 the 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 a banging at the door.

"Open the damn door."

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

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to move.

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

"As If I care, do whatever you want with your property," I said in a low voice.

"I am saying it for one last time, open the damn door," he said, continuing 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 were not there. We were so close, 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 muttered, and suddenly my stomach made a sound.

My fucking embarrassing tummy

"Shit," I whispered, and he smiled.

He smiles too.

"Oh really?" He asked. A smirk plastered on his face.

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

I refused, and I sat on the bed.

His hands were balled into a fist. I knew 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 ordered, 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 asked, and his jaw clenched.

I stood up and was about to go towards the bathroom, but he stopped me by 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 to the question." He said that, which made me angrier.

Why was he being so difficult with me? I snatched my hand from his hold 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 a low whisper.

"I am sorry,"