Morning sun was beautiful for all except, Samiksha. She fell into deep sleep at late hours after constant praying, pleading to God. After banging on the closed door for long, losing her hope into the dark night, Samiksha was herself unaware when she slept with swollen teary eyes in the vast room, alone.
The click sound on opening of the door awakened her. She rubbed her eyes and looked towards the door. The same woman who had brought her food last night was standing with breakfast tray in her hand. She approached the bed slowly and kept the tray on table besides. The untouched food which was served last night did not go unnoticed by her. While she poured the tea into cup, Samiksha managed to get up, placing her hand on the woman’s, she uttered
“Please help me. I beg to you. Let me go from here. My family . .”
“I understand your condition girl. But I am helpless. My job is to serve who ever is brought here. The master decides the entry and exit of all the captives here.”
“Captive? Am I a captive? What don you mean?”
“You are brought here for a purpose. When the purpose is served, you will be released. Don’t worry, no one will harm or disregard you here. I assure you that.
Samiksha looked at her helplessly.
“But when you leave from here, you should be in a position to walk on your own. For that, you will need energy. So you have to eat properly for the same. Take, have some food.”
Somehow her words affected Samiksha and she got up from the bed slowly. Taking the tea cup from her hand, she sipped the tea. Eating the biscuits, she looked at the room all around.
“There is the bathroom. Take bath. You will feel fresh”, pointing towards a cupboard she continued, “The clothes there are for you ok.”
Saying this she started to leave.
“Why am I here?”
“I have no idea. But you will come to know.” Saying this the woman left.
Samiksha was too worn out to think at the moment so she decided to act as the woman instructed. She went to the bathroom and noticed the intricate designs of the tiles on walls. They were beautiful, but seemed melancholic to her. She moved her fingers on the tiles, as if to know the reason for their mournful existence. The shower, bath tub all threw the same dreary vibration. Her eyes focussed on a similar design on each of the tile work. It reminded her of some design but she was not sure which. Her tired brain refused to co operate in remembering what she tried to. Instead of pondering more on the whereabouts of the design, she decided to immerse herself in the running warm waters of the shower.
She closed her eyes and
let the water wipe away her fears, worries and trauma for a while. Suddenly she rubbed her eyes and hated herself for feeling at ease in the very mansion, where she was abducted and kept, forcefully. Consequently a rage of guilt rushed in her veins and she hurried herself out of the shower. Changing to a new dress she sat on the huge bed, looking for an option to do something. But what? She closed her eyes and tried to remember some memories that would make her smile. But she couldn’t.
Back at the hotel, Roshan was seated on a couch with Samiksha’s parents. Her mom refused to eat, but Rahul Sharma convinced his wife with his wise words.
“Look dear, not eating, crying is not going to bring our daughter back to us. Instead, you should take care of yourself so that when she comes back, she finds her mother in good health. I would leave no stone unturned in locating her. But you will have to put some faith in me, and stay strong.”
She hugged him and let her emotions flow through tears. Sobbing, she ate some food. Rahul gestured Roshan to come out and left the room after his wife slept.
“Roshan, I think we should inform the local police.”
“No uncle. I don’t think its a good idea. Somehow, we might end up putting Samiksha’s life at risk. Let us not hurry. My instinct says so. Trust me.”
“I don’t know, but its my gut feeling.”
Roshan agreed to his future son in law, though not whole heartedly and headed back to his room.
In the afternoon,
Samiksha ate some food, as she was not in a state to refuse anymore. She went towards a closed window. Noticing a latch upwards, she opened it quickly and pushed the doors of it.
The day light seemed to pierce her eyes as she saw it after long. But the thought of jumping out of the window and running back to her family was ruled out. As she noticed the height of the place she was standing. It was nearly 7 floors up as estimated by her. She knew she was not very far from the Forno Beach. Apparently, she roughly remembered the distance travelled on her way from the beach to this mansion.
Apart from height , another major and irresolvable issue was the body guards scattered nearly everywhere. Soon she realised it was not only difficult but almost impossible to get out on her own. As she moved her gaze from one end to other, she noticed a huge maroon sofa chair surrounded by five chairs. All of those were occupied. The huge sofa chair was inhabited by a tall person. As the chair was facing opposite to her, she could not see him. But his tall height made a part of his head visible from behind.
It occured to her
as if all were listening keenly to what he was saying. All of a sudden it struck her mind, what if he was the ‘master’, the woman was reffering to. Is he the one who gave orders to abduct me?
Reluctant to control, she screamed to the top of her voice,
“Let me go from here. Leave me.”
All the heads turned to the window from which she shouted. Two men immediately ran towards the mansion entry door. When she screamed again, the man seated on the maroon sofa slowly got up.
He turned his neck in the direction of the window. The glare of sun made it difficult for Samiksha to see his face. Yet she managed to catch a small glimpse though unclear. Tall, bearded, cold as ice he looked straight into her eyes. She could feel their blaze from afar.
He signalled his hunchmen with his finger and pointed towards the window. But she shouted again,
“Let me go. Why am I here? Please let me go.”
The door of her room opened and a man entered in. He gestured her to get aside. As she did so, he closed the window.
“Master has said, you can only see the view from this window. You cannot scream or shout standing there. Please remember this.”
He started to leave.
“What if I don’t do what your ‘master’ says.” She air quoted the word with her two fingers.
“Then master with deal with you personally.”
“Ok then.” Saying this she opened the window again.
“Tell your master to deal personally with me now. Instead of sending his paid people, ask him to come and talk himself.”
“As you wish.” Saying these three words, he exited the room.
To be continued/-