The Diamond

47. Little one

MANHEER'S POV

"I knew you would look marvelous in this dress. Little one." the man said.

What the fuck is 'Little one.'

"Saaleya haraam jaadeya ikk taan mainu kidnap kareya pea upron tu 'tiddi jehi' bulauna ai."

(tiddi jehi=little one)

(you bloody bastard, first of all you kidnap me and then you call me little one!)

"excuse me?"

"aaya vadda excuse me da chacha! tu kush vi bhaunkda par eh na bolda. Main tiddi jehi? tu tidda jeha! tera muh tidda jeha tera saara shareer tidda jeha tu nalaik, gadha,mental piece..." and he instantly put his hand on my mouth and pinned me against the wall due to which I stopped my curses.

(any reader wanting to translate it, it would be really appreciated)

I get shocked with this reaction and instantly start shouting while his hand is still on my mouth and hit on his shoulder "mmmmmmm...mmm"

"Keep quiet Little one."

and my shouting increases..."mmmmmmmmmmm"

He could have said anything but my height. I AM NOT A LITTLE ONE.

"See first of all I don't know Punjabi so whatever you are saying is next to trash for me. Judging by your face expression, I think it's better I don't know it."

The burning fire of anger could be seen in my eyes.

He removes his hand from my mouth and traces my lips with his finger.

I try to push him away but I realize that both of my hands are in his clutches.

How the fuck did he held them in just one hand.

"Leave me you moron." I say as I try to remove his another hand from my face.

"You really won't want to make me angry. Right Little one?"

And then I realize my previous thoughts.

My Bittu.

With anger in my eyes I glare at him.

"Uff katilaana. Is hi pe toh fida hain hum."
(Uff fatal. This is what made me dead.)

"Who.Are.You.?" I say with clear frustration.

"Ayee, it hurts direct in my heart Little one. We met 3 times and you don't remember me? Sad."

"Don't. Play. Games. With me." This time my stomach again started to pain.

Fuck no Bittu not now. Please.

I try and hold my tears back.

"You really don't remember me Little one?"

Controlling my pain, I say,

"Agar yaad rehene wale bande hote, toh yaad rakhti. Faltu logo ko bhav aur yaad dono nahi naseeb hota."

(If u were the king of person to keep in mind, then I would have remembered you. Useless people don't get memories and feelings)

He slammed the wall so hardly at this and I flinched.

He gave his typical psychopathatic smile.

All of a sudden. He stepped back and started touching his beard.

Fuck.

I should say a fake beard.

"Abhay?" A whisper came out of my mouth as I recognised who it was.