Indian Captive Books Novels & Stories

Like I was a rabid animal. A cage… With no right to freedom. A savage. CHAPTER 6 AMBER The next few days were a blur. I didn’t know how long we’d been sailing. I didn’t know if it had been a few days… Or a few weeks. Being in this storage container, I couldn’t even keep track of the days and nights. Everything seemed to fade into one. Feeling all of the sanity leave my body. I was so hungry, so thirsty. I guessed that was what solitary confinement did to you.

The questions gnawed at her, demanding answers she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear. They walked down vibrant streets lined with quaint boutiques and cafes, the smell of fresh coffee and pastries mingling with the cool afternoon air. Noah pulled her into a little bookstore tucked away in a corner, its wooden shelves packed with old, worn books. The scent of aging paper and leather was comforting, nostalgic even, and for a brief moment, Belle felt like they were just a normal couple enjoying a lazy day out. He handed her a book, an old edition of a classic novel she loved, and smiled softly as she ran her fingers over the faded cover. “Thought this might interest you,” he said, his voice lig

"I found your little book.." Captain Orion's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "Vera, please -" "No," I said, my voice firm. "You're going to explain yourself to me. Now." Captain Orion's eyes darted back and forth, as if searching for an escape route. But I had him cornered. "Ikigan," I spat, my voice venomous. "You're working with Ikigan, aren't you?" Captain Orion's face went white, and he took a step back. "Vera, please -"

I mused. She held my hand to squeeze her breasts more. "This should be enough." She said. My eyes lingered on her for the longest time. For the past few days, her thoughts have been clouding my vision. The image of her perfect body. Her smile. They all get me so worked up. At this point keeping her captive is slowly doing damage to me. Would I be able to keep up? "Get dressed." I withdrew my hand away then stood up. Her hand circled my wrist stopping me. "Why?"

And, God help me, I was tired of wearing the same damn clothes every single day. Vincent dared to snatch me from my life, but he couldn’t even let me have a decent wardrobe. All I had were the pajamas he “graciously” took from his maids and the gown I was wearing the day he kidnapped me. It was insulting. A girl needs options! If I was going to be held hostage, I should at least get to look good while suffering. I flopped onto my bed with a dramatic sigh. “I’m a lady, for goodness’ sake! How am I supposed to survive without my necessities?”

She couldn't help but try to find her everywhere. Not Nathaniel, her beloved, but the exquisite beauty of the mansion greeted her curious dark, and big eyes. From the grand chandelier hanging through the ceiling to the spotless marble floor of the hall, she noticed it all once again. The mattress beneath her bare feet caressed the fair skin until the cold floor arrived to kiss them with chills. It was her habit. Being an Indian, she never wore sandals when home, unlike Nathaniel, who carried shoes to their room. She needed to teach him some manners! But would she? In her affection for him, she couldn't forget that he was a mafia lord.

He said, "How dare you break the lock!" The day ended and Chuda ordered his men to take the captives to his slave trading center. He wanted to keep the women to himself. So he moved them to another village. Even though Samudra didn't know which village hosted the captives, the movement at night reported by his scouts raised his suspicion. He had already dispatched 70 men along with Shourya and Balabhadra to the slave trading center of the Kaingitya's. The plan was to intercept them enroute and rescue them.

Surely my life will be better once I get freed from their grip. *** The day of the charity event was scheduled before the end of my suspension. It will be held in a five star hotel, and I'm currently in the car on my way there. My lips were tightly pressed into a grim line. I'm not in the mood. I know I’ll be having a pretend game again and I couldn't help but think about what Nik said that day. He was right. I'm two-faced. I act so nice and kind in front of other people when my insides are always in chaos because of the situation. A rebellion has been reigning in my heart since the day I realized that I am just a possession.

I don't know how to go about this kidnapping seeing as it's my first time keeping someone held captive. Im not going to be an evil captor. I'm not gonna tie her up and make her do things she doesn't want to. I'll leave her alone for a week and go from there. There should be a book for kidnapping for dummies. But then everyone would do that and do unthinkable things. I'm not a cruel person, I may or may not have tied her up in the beginning but seeing her weak and dangling frame I didn't want to do that again.

She would spend the day, walking in the gardens and reading books until it was time to sleep,since she was locked up like she was in the other mansion. despite the tranquility of their surroundings, Sophia couldn't shake off the feeling that she was trapped. She was a prisoner, held captive by a man who doesn’t seem to care about anything than money. And as the nights drew in, Sophia would lie awake, her heart pounding with fear. how long would she be held captive?