My One And Only - Chapter 50 Either You Are Coming With Me Or You Are Staying The Night
There were sound of hurried footsteps as Advay came into view. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was confused.
” What happened? ”
Walking closer to them, he saw Susan’s wounded hand.
” What happened? ” he asked again, a note of urgency in his voice this time and his face masked with worry.
As he tried to take Susan’s hand into his own, she slapped his hand away, glaring at him. Ignoring her actions, Advay tried again but this time Susan just pushed him away.
” Stay away from me Advay, or so help me I will leave this place right now! ”
Advay looked at her burnt hand and instantly backed away, his both hands in air. He nodded to the butler who then began treating her wound. After about ten minutes the bandage was perfectly wrapped around her limp hand and she was good to go. All this while, Advay hadn’t said a single word, continuing to watch Susan intently. Only when he was done he heaved a sigh of relief.
” Let me drive you home. ”
” Please call a taxi for me. I would like to leave now.”
Advay spoke to Susan and Susan asked the butler. The environment was a bit awkward as the butler shifted uncomfortably. He did not want to defy young master’s order, but personally he did not think it was a good idea for Susan to leave with him or alone for that matter.
Sensing his discomfort, Susan sighed. Forget it, she would just book a Uber. There was no one in this house who would listen to her orders. She was way out of her league. She picked up her backpack and proceeded towards the door, when her way was blocked by Advay.
” Where do you think you are going, alone? ”
” Home. ”
” I said I would drop you! ”
” Not interested. ”
Advay glared at her, his hazel brown eyes becoming colder. Taking a step forward, they were incredibly close when he leant in to whisper in her ear, ” Either you are coming with me or you are staying the night. Your choice! ”
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At an abandoned factory in a remote location..
Inside a dark room with very little light, two men were tied up. One of them was very well built, having bulging muscles and well groomed moustache but the present condition that he was in depicted his bad kismat or you can say destiny. His clothes were torn here and there and his face was red where Sofya had hit him hard. The man’s eyes were bulging as he stared at the room, an unspoken expression on his face. He was almost hanging in one side of the room, as his hands were tied by the ropes that hung from the corners of the room.
The other one was a big bellied man who was sitting on the chair, his hands tied behind his back and his feet clasped tightly together. He had a drawy look on his face as he looked at the other man in the room.
Mr. Jabari after escaping from the scene that evening, had gone straight to his apartment with the intention of packing his things up and leaving straight away. He had made full arrangements and left for the airport, where he had been detained by the airport security on some initial information. Then he was taken into custody by Sawyer, Sofya’s trusted man and brought here.
Suddenly the door opened and two people walked inside. One of them was wearing grey t-shirt and black trousers and had his rimmed spectacle on, while the lady had donned on a track suit, her hair tied up in a bun. Behind them came two bodyguards, dressed in black uniforms and a grim expression on their face. One of them was carrying a bulky bag which seemed to be on the verge of tearing up.
Taking the bag from the bodyguard, Sawyer opened it up and took out a handful of things, a belt, whiplash, catapelta, recorder, some tapes and a bottle containing blue liquid. Placing these things on the only table present in the room, he looked up at both the previous occupants. Nancy had settled herself comfortably behind the table and was playing with the recorder.
When Mr. Jabari saw these things, he was afraid. He, for one knew that Sofya Khemka was known for brutally destroying her enemies. Now he regretted crossing her.
