Author's POV
"What are you guys doing?" Naina asked, horrified.
"Playing cricket," one of the men scoffed and, at the same time, a car drove toward them. He closed her mouth and forced her into their car, then they also climbed it and it drove off.
"Leave me," she roared.
"Shut up, woman. Don't shout if you want to live safely," one man threatened her while showing a knife. She shut her mouth, not wanting to irritate them.
They took her bag and her phone away from her and switched it off and put it in her bag.
After an hour, the car halted in front of an abandoned warehouse.
"Did you give chloroform to her?" the man in the driver's seat asked, looking at Naina, who was sleeping.
"No, we didn't," the one who was sitting beside Naina replied.
"Then why is she sleeping?" he asked.
"We don't know," another one replied.
"Wake her up first," the first man said and the remaining all nodded.
"Hey, woman, get up," the man said and slapped her shoulder. And she woke up with a jerk.
"Don't hurt her! It was strict order from boss that we can't hurt her,"
"I am sorry. Did I fall asleep?" she mumbled.
"I have a habit of sleeping if no one is there to listen to my talk when I am in a moving object."
"Now, get down," he said and dragged her in.
They took her in and made her sit on the chair and took a rope to tie her.
"Did you kidnap me?" she asked excitedly while extending her hands to tie.
"Did something hit her head?" one of the men asked.
"No," another one replied.
"Then why is she acting like that?" he remarked.
"Bro, it's very tight, can you lose it a bit?" she remarked, pointing at her hands which were tied.
"Are you crazy... we kidnapped you, have you understood that?" he yelled.
"Yes. From childhood onwards I wanted to participate in kidnap but I didn't get any opportunity," she remarked and all the four men looked at her stunned by her.
"She is really crazy," another man commented, sitting on the floor near her.
"No, bro. I am not crazy," she replied innocently.
"Why are you calling us bro?" the one who tied her hands asked.
"I don't know what to call you and I can't call Oye, hey like that... that's why I am calling you bro," she replied.
They shrugged and settled themselves on a round table to pass the time until their boss arrived.
"Switch on the radio," one man with a tattoo asked.
"Why do you always listen to radio programs?" another man, who is thin compared to the remaining, commented.
"Because I like it," he replied simply.
"Bro, you listen to radio programs?" Naina asked excitedly.
"Yeah, why?" he asked.
"Do you like the show called 'Words from heart' which starts at 9pm?" she asked.
"Of course, that's my favorite," he replied lightly.
"Thank you," she commented.
"Why are you thanking him, woman," the first man asked.
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It's All Started With A Lie
General FictionShe is crazy He is calm. She is clumsy He is reserved. She never stops talking He never talks if it is not necessary. She is happy soul while his heart is filled with depression. He is rich as fuck but doesn't have peaceful life She is middleclass...
