Riddhima

Almost seven days has passed and my leg seemed to be healing , I was not sure if I could celebrate as yet. Where was that ridiculous fool. He vanished and made no appearance in so many days . I hope not because I certainly fell of a waterfall but my brains didn't fall from my head , I wanted to go home. People must be curious as to where I vanished , there pending projects that are sitting and waiting for my approval and here I am stuck in the mud. More like stuck in the amazon and no I am not talking about the amazon founded by jeff bezos .

I could walk a little better now and that was a wonderful thing and a sad thing because I couldn't get for on my feet without wanting to sit down and rest for two minutes. The staff was kind but no one would even want to look at me . Which was very odd because the last time I looked in the mirror I looked beautiful , I didn't understand why they looked at me like I came out from the walking dead.

Which by the way I did not , I wanted out from here , been inside for so many days is making me claustrophobic this is a disaster. Nothing about this situation was seeming to be promising. What would I have to do to get out from here,

Think riddhima , think hard . Well how do you explain to yourself to calm down when that is what you have been doing for the past few hours and not to forget days. Things don't exactly seem to be working in order here. I was at a discord between my heart and brain , my peace of mind was beginning to dismantle. How would I ever stay sane . I was curious to know if I looked the the buddha . Was the bun on my head giving off the wrong signal.

Life as a chicken tikka is certainly not the life I imagined a few days ago , who would have though a single moment of confusion would have put me on the griddle of fire to get flame grilled . What a waste of human life , but who cares all this man seems to do is sprinkle arrogance on me , like I was the seasoning to his dinner . I don't trust his intentions some what. Do you even blame ? If you do I don't care!!!! Because lets face it im the one stranded here not you . I want to see human beings not his aliens who seem more robotic. They don't even smile.

I sat down on the bed , I was growing agitated with myself . This is not who I am , I always have control of things that happen in my life, then why does the voice of this man crumble something inside me that I had no idea existed , not to mention he errupts such a reaction that I didn't consider possible .

If murder was legal there would be so many people wiped from this earth , yet unfortunately its against what they call human rights . Worry not I have killed many people in countless ways with a vast selections of weapons in my head . They were killed according to their crimes. If they got the coffee on a Monday morning wrong I definitely imagined the slipping on a banana peel. Which idiot even gets coffee wrong on a Monday morning , that is day everyone is supposed to be trying to get shit right.

I heard the door opening , I rolled my eyes. Blowing out an exasperated breath , what in the world did he consider him self. " wow the devil finally remembered his prisoner".

he sat down in front of me , smirking. I knew men like him , they pretend to care for you and in the end they hurt you more than you can hurt yourself. I always detected them , many days I steered clear of them , yet somehow they came to me like bees dying for honey. "how could I forget such a pretty thing as you".

I analysed him. Well fine ! I will admit he is way to tall to jump upon , but I am sure he has a weak spot , they always do. '" I am not a thing , I am human being which means you cannot easily push me around as you please , I have feelings and emotions , so dont consider me plastic that is bio-degradeable"

When was he planning to face reality. It seemed eternity will pass by and he still would be smirking in arrogance. "I want out from here , you cannot keep me cooped up in such a manner " .

He quirked his eyebrows and narrowed to daring brown eyes at me , I stared at him back . Gone was my ever so bearing and calm patience , if this man did anything correctly it was boil up a rage of storm from within me. It was unknown to me how he created it as such , perhaps it was his soul that that bothered me , if that made any sense.

"such a ungrateful brat , in your condition , you should be thankful I cared for you this much " was he actually been serious right this moment . " Mr raisinghania I am anything but ungrateful is certainly not one of them."

that man sat their and had there mere arrogance and sheer audacity to roll his eyes at my statement . He bloody dismissed me as if I was no body . When was the last time someone did that to me. It angered me to levels not detected.

He waved his hand to me and around the room " you have a comfortable room to sleep , food to eat , clothes to wear and your safe in my care . Instead of thanking me , here you are complaining about everything !"

Well he had a valid point. Yet to every coin there is two sides and without determining the value or appearance of both sides , we dare not make decisions.

"just because the room is comfortable doesn't mean I sleep peaceful, if I eat doesn't mean I am content , just because you clothe does not mean that sometimes I don't feel naked , as you safe I am safe with you . Well telling someone they are safe with you and actually making them feel safe is completely two different things" . His knuckles were turning white , was he trying to control his anger . He did a pathetic job because I noticed it.

"what has gotten into you " I glare at him un-bashed by his arrogance , what has happened to me . Why don't we switch places and he would know exactly how it felt to be a prisoner. That is what I am at this moment a prisoner . You wonder why , well I cant do anything without his approval and to me I feel that is caging me.

Its been far too long since then , and after all that I have been through , I fought to hard to let a man control my life , my feelings and my future. I sleep and when I wake up all I see is the plain ceiling. I bath and change , then I stare at the walls. There is no t,v . Boredom is becoming a over bearing nag inside my head. Then I eat and I sit and stare at the floor to ceiling windows , that show a small water fall outside . When it goes dark I know its night. There is no watch and no way to keep track of time . I no longer know which month and which day it is. But I counted seven days since our last meeting. Yet there he sits and ask me what has gotten in to me . I would rather like to know what has escaped him . Preferably his common sense ran away worried about what his arrogance might end up doing.

"if anything has gotten inside me it definitely wasn't you !!" he growls and stands up . I don't bother myself otherwise how will my plan be successful. He moves around the bed and comes down to face , I have to say its quite a bend for him . I know I am short , but that's a topic for another day.

"believe me one day you will beg me to be inside you " I roll my eyes at his remark . This man can really keep dreaming for all I care . The main point of focus firstly is to get out of this room . I don't know him and he doesn't know me!

So the question behind my mind is nagging me , why is he so hell bent on keeping me captive. The first thing I have to do is get out of this room otherwise how will I ever get anywhere.

"arrrrrrrrrhhhh"I shout out loud in agony and wail that would probably be heard in the jungle. He comes to rubbing a hand over mu crouched and hunched back "whats wrong ?" oh my god what is right to begin with can some one sprinkle common sense in his face .

This is the right moment I push his hard sending him stumbling and I make a run for the brown door , swinging it open I run down the tiled floors and then out of nowhere I bumped into a girl "what the hell!!!!!!!!!" she looks at me enraged as the juice spills on her what I assumed designer dress. Okay so now who is this ???