Louis Pov

I sat there next to the phone tapping my fingers waiting. Suddenly the phone rang. I picked it up and answered it. "Hello? Any information about her?"

"Hello. There is a new offer -" I slammed the phone down in annoyance.

"Any news, huh!" Erin leaned over me from behind the couch.

"No. It was only a stupid telemarketer."

"Just be more patient", she pushed my hair out of my face. "When this is all over you need a haircut."

"Stop it Erin. Do you really think I care about my hair? I know you don't like her, but she is my life dammed!" I shouted at Erin.

"Lou-", the sound of a truck pulling into the driveway interrupted her. I got up pulling away from her hand on my head, ran around the little mahogany coffee table, and glued my face to the window. I started checking out every car passing by the road, if it Macy, but there is no sign of her. The night we slept together was, the last time I saw her.

"Boo, I understand this is painful for you", Erin said, standing near me. "I really do."

"Go away Erin. You can't help me now", I took out my mobile from my pocket and brush my hand through its wallpaper. It was a photo from that day when we both cooked together at Macy's place. Flour was all over our face, but still she was looking beautiful "I love you Mahek, please. Please come back." Sobs racked my body. I hugged the phone tightly and fallen down on the sofa crying.

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"Lou! It's time for dinner, please come downstairs", my sister called up to me. I pushed my feet down to the end of my bed unfurling and laying on my back. I did not bother to respond.

"Louis", Erin knocked on the doorway. I sat up and looked at the doorway. Should I respond, I wondered. "Louis, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Erin. I am not hungry. Go back"

"You haven't eaten all day. You required getting downstairs and eating something."

"Fine", I pushed the covers off and sluggishly made my way to my door. I took my time opening it and shuffling down through the living room and into the dining room. I sat down at the table.

I grabbed my fork and moved my food already found on the plate. "Lou eat, you are not a kid", I put some salads in my mouthpiece and bit, gradually, glancing round at our lounge area, remembering the night we three watched the movie together. "Louis, God damn it. Eat."

"Do you ever consider her? Where is she now? What is she doing there? If she is being harmed by some bastard and crying? Or what if she watching us right now?"

"Louis, wherever she is I'm certain she would need you to have your supper."

"On the other hand possibly," I stood up", she's chilly and frightened, shouting out, asking for anybody to assist her". I pushed my chair.

"Sit down", I didn't react simply swung to the entryway.

"Louis, sit down!" I packed my boots on, pushed my arms into my coat sleeves and kept running outside. I have begun running aimlessly the cool air rapidly freezing my face in the December air yet but I did not care. It was dark, but so I did not care where I ended up. I eased back to rest the gnawing air hurting my throat. I was remaining in the light of the last road-lamp before the woods.

"Louis," I feel a hand along my shoulders. "How about we go home, trouble?" I did not move, just gazed down at the snow flickering in the moonlight. "C'mon", she drew me from my foundations.

"I'm cold Erin, so icy."

"How about we get you home and warm you up."

"It won't work, nothing will."

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It has very nearly been two weeks now. These weeks had been the hardest weeks in my whole lifetime. My Mak was still missing. The police expressed they are doing all that they can to find her. They additionally requested me to advise her family about her vanishing. In any case, I scarcely know any of her family or companions; she never at any point discussed her husband to me.

"Is that conceivable, that her spouse was not a decent man?" I asked Erin sitting on the couch.

"I don't trust so!" Erin replied.

"Why?" I doubted her and she answered, "In the occasion, he is bad... why she stayed with him all these years of her life?" I could not reply to her inquiry. Yet, it evoked another question in my life, why Erin never talked a solitary word about her spouse to me, while she said numerous things about her loves and aversions to me? "It is not at all like she utilized me, for money related or sexually then what?" I thought.

I went straight to the visitor room; despite everything, it possessed an aroma similar to her. I did not let Erin touched it. I moved over on the bed with her pillow. I grasped it and sobbed into it simply taking in her aroma. I will do anything to bring her back. I trust she is still alive. I do not know where she is, however, I will discover her.

It was another restless night for me. I would not even like to escape the bed. It did not feel right going ahead with my life when I did not have Macy close by. She is my love and dependably has been. Since I first saw her in the shopping center.

I heard a thump on the entryway, I knew it was Erin. "Get in, " I said and the entryway gradually gets opened and Erin came in and sat there close to me "I was pondering around a thing you said a little spell ago, her spouse!"

"What about the Macy's spouse, she must be thinking?" I pondered internally and Erin broke it, saying "I figure you are some way or another right around her husband"

"Why? You suspected that?"

"It was dependably Mahek who been friendly with us, would you be able to ever review a day her spouse welcomed us or conversed with us?"

"So are you attempting to say that, we ought to advise this to the police?" I inquired

"nooo! I think we ought to track his number?" she recommended me. What's more, we comprehended what will be our next stride for the situation.

Mahek POV

I week ago, I woke up groggy and dry mouth. My brain was obfuscated and it was a couple of minutes prior, I surveyed what had taken place. I tried to concentrate, however, soon misplaced my thought process. What the heck was transpiring?, then a person drew close to me, I couldn't picture his face, it was gloomy there, nonetheless, he really infused something in my body and everything again got blank out close to me.

Today, as I awoke, I tried my best to focus my surroundings. I was in some sort of cellar. I could without much of an effort, let you know, I was close to some waterway region in light of the fact that I could smell wet mud. There was mud foot shaped impression all over the place in the room. The basement was made of spoiling wood and it just had one little window in the corner which was secured with newspapers. I was fixed to a seat that appeared to be marginally feeble by my ceaselessly attempted to free me out yet at the same time strong. My mouth was choked with a gagged material. I remembered it as one of Rahul's old shirts.

Holdup... Rahul? I thought. At that point, everything returned hurrying. Opening the house entryway, dull room, slapped by Rahul, requesting separation, snatching my hand, pulling me... My head started to throb with all the data. I close my eyes tight.

My eyes went wide as I heard a sound. Rahul's body came in from an entryway; I did not take a note. He seemed to be carrying something in his arms in a brown paper bag. He dropped on a rack in the corner before swinging to me.

"I see you wakeful once more," he said with a tricky grin.

I scowled at him and soon the grin was no more. "Goodness, don't be like that Mahek. This will be our new begin

." I needed to talk, to yell, to holler yet I could not subsequent to the muffle was still in my mouth. He appeared to understand this that same time as me and he crossed the small room in one walk and pulled the stifle down from my mouth. I scowled at him and afterward took a full breath. I set myself up to shout at him.

"You.... You idi" I ceased for some time on the grounds that I never said like this to Rahul however I could hold it any longer.

"You idiot... you kidnapped me!" I shouted at him, "what the heck, Rahul? Is it accurate to say that you are distraught! And afterward you say this is going to be our new begin? You mongrel! You genuinely think I want anything with you ever again?! Are you sitting mad? Release me, Rahul" I completed, breathing hard

His nostrils flared. Now Rahul was mad. He pulled his hand and I braced myself for the blow. It came down fast and hard. I heard the wind whistle and felt the sting hard. I felt like if half my face had been taken off. It hurt like hell, a low moan escaped through my mouth. My eyes filled with tears and ran down my face. I had forgotten how strong Rahul was.

"Shut up you bitch," he whispered dangerously. His eyes sparkled deadly. He continued, "This is gonna be our new start because I said so and you're going."

I shut my mouth, tears still rolling down my aching cheek. I glared at him through the tears fiercely. He looked at me for a while and he seemed to calm down. He took a deep, unsettling breath.

"Mahek," he whispered, "you are my biggest treasure of secret, but why do you make me do these things? You know they piss me off yet you continue doing it. Why? I don't enjoy hitting you, you know?"

"What are you going to do with me, Rahul?" I whispered, not unhesitatingly but rather not precisely dreadful. It was an unbiased tone, level and inert demonstrating truly no feelings.

"All things considered, I believe we're going to go some place far from here. Not, India however, I am supposing Los Angels . A new beginning, new identity... I have a friend who specializes in fake personalities and we are going to get new travel permits and IDs by this evening. I officially occupied our flights and everything so we just gotta leave before the police begin their pursuit," he said logically. I close my eyes firmly, wishing I could simply break down. He proceeded in a false happy voice, "I needed off your sweetheart, you know botched up Tomlinson, however, then that would be excessively chaotic and I could get caught. In addition, you really had an incredible caught; he is a somewhat rich kid, so I figure that people may see he was gone. You, then again, well... ," he ended smiling at me.

"Well then, your new name is Kushboo and My new name is Rohit Got it?" he inquired. I gestured and he proceeded with, "The visas will be conveyed in about," he counseled his watch, "ten minutes which implies I need to leave OK?"

I nodded once more. He replaced my stifle and got his car keys. Then he walked out of the entryway. An incredible impact of wind hit me and it was dull once more, aside from the faint light getting through the newspaper secured window. It was much the same as my nightmare, I found in the Louis' home. Locked up in the dark room by Rahul.

My mind was letting me know I am lost everlastingly, my last thing my name was going far from me. In any case,still there was a trust in my heart that my Louis is searching for me and will discover me soon.

Tears filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks despite my best efforts. I was the damsel in distress, I never expect any prince in my life, but never expected a beast even.

Twenty minutes passed and Rahul still hadn't returned. I was starting to get worried. I started to shake off the bounds holding me to the chair. Finally, I freed myself. Maybe I would be able to escape, I thought with a sudden energy. I untied my feet and tried to stand up. My legs hurt from the disuse and the rush of blood hurt painfully. I looked around the room for a weapon in case I ran into Rahul outside. I saw it. His gun. I crossed the room quickly and grabbed it. I was hoping that if I had to, I would have the guts to shoot.

I cocked it like I'd seen them do in the movies and tried to open the door. But it was locked.

NO! I thought fiercely. I rammed myself against trying to push it down. It was surprisingly solid despite how weak, it looked. After many tries, I succeeded in nothing but my shoulder painfully aching. I looked around for something to give me leverage. There was a beam overhead and I was struck with an idea. I examined the door closely and realized the wood was fragile at the top and bottom, weakened by wood lice. I took the gun and pointed it at the top and fired three times and then I grabbed on to the beam and began to swing myself. Thankfully dancing had given me good strength and I was soon swinging hard. I swung once, twice, three times, gaining more and more momentum. Finally, I launched myself at the door, my feet out. They crashed into the door and it finally gave away. The breath of fresh sea air was welcomed and I breathed it in gratefully.

I knew I had to hurry. If Rahul was near, he would have surely heard the gunshots. Behind the cellar was a forest. I examined the ground and saw footprints that belonged to Rahul. I also spotted tire tracks so this had to be the way he got me there. Through the forest was most likely a road and where there was a road there had to be people.

I ran and ran, dodging roots and huge stones in my path. Soon I was out of breath and I had to stop. I had been running for a good while now. I stopped behind a tree and rested, breathing hard.

I tried to slow down my breathing and then I heard something that made my heart freeze, someone, a man, screaming my name.

However, it was not Rahul's voice.

It was a voice that I thought maybe I would never hear again.

It was Louis. "Mahek... Macy?"

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