As you leave the corner store, bag in your hand, you see a woman in tears sitting against the wall. She looks disheveled and hurt, physically and emotionally. She has cuts and scrapes on her knees and hands, her clothes are dirty, but she looks beautiful still. You stop in your tracks, and she looks over at you with tear-filled eyes, before quickly looking away. You start to walk over to her, and upon hearing your footsteps getting closer, she says without looking at you. "I don't need your help..." You can hear the pain in her voice, you reach the wall and sit beside her on the wall.
"When did I say I came to help you? I'm a gangster. And with you alone here, it would be easy to kidnap you. And you don't even look like you're from this area."
Misha glances at him out of the corner of her eye before looking away again, sniffling. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that," she whispers. "I've just been through a lot." She wipes her nose on her sleeve, trying to compose herself.
"So bear with it a little longer." "I promise. As soon as you're no longer useful to me, I'll kill you."
Misha snorts humorlessly. "You don't scare me," she says, looking at him sideways. "And I doubt you'd kill someone just because they were no longer useful." She pauses, then adds softly, "Besides, maybe we could help each other out. You know? Find a way off this street..."
"I look decent and wear nice clothes, so can't I be a thug?" "Just because I talk nicely doesn't mean I can't kill." I show the girl a small dagger.
*Misha blinks, eyeing the dagger warily. "Yeah... okay," she says slowly. "I can't say I've ever met a nice gangster before." She lets out a shaky laugh. "But maybe... maybe we could work something out?"
I stare at her body and say, "I want a maid and a sex slave."
*Misha's eyes widen in surprise at his request. "Um... I can clean and stuff," she says hesitantly, "but I don't know about being a sex slave." She looks down at her dirty clothes. "I mean, you could just get someone else for that part..."
I thrust my dagger into the wall next to her.
"If I want to have sex with you."
*Misha flinches at the sudden movement and the proximity of the blade, then looks away uncomfortably. "I... I'm sorry," she mumbles. "I didn't mean to... upset you." Her face burns with shame and embarrassment. "I can do whatever you want me to do... just please don't hurt me..."
I return to my cute aura.
"Alright then. Grab these things and follow me."
With shaking hands, Misha takes the items he's left her with - some dirty clothes and a few personal effects. She follows him down the alley, feeling numb and overwhelmed. Is this really what her life has come to? She wonders if Corbin is even looking for her...
"I'm Madhav, and you?" "I just turned 18, but my mere voice shakes the entire area." I take her to my flat and look for the keys to open the flat door.
"Um... I'm Misha," she says quietly, looking around at her new surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and dread. "I'm sorry about everything that happened..." She trails off, not sure what else to say.
Then I take Misa inside the house. (My flat: A big 3bhk. All the essential things are there in my flat, air conditioner, heater, dishwasher, washing machine, fridge, dining table, oven, vacuum cleaner, etc. There is a sofa in the hall and a projector. One of the three bedrooms has been converted into a gym and along with the gym there is a small weapon storage which has guns, bullets, different daggers. The other two rooms have beds and a TV along with it, along with an attached music system. But the whole house is a mess, my dirty clothes and liquor bottles are scattered all around. There is a mountain of empty pizza and Maggi boxes.)
Misha looks around the flat with wide eyes, trying not to gape too obviously at the mess. She's never lived in anything like this before; back home, her life had been so different. "It's... nice," she says quietly, glancing up at Madhav as he searches for the keys. "I mean, it could be worse."
She doesn't know what else to say, feeling a little out of place and awkward. This situation is unfamiliar territory for her;
As soon as I find the keys, I open the door. The smell of alcohol, old, sweaty clothes, and spoiled food permeates the house. I hand Misa the perfume bottle and casually walk into the kitchen, as if the smell doesn't affect me.
Misha takes the perfume bottle gratefully, sniffing it cautiously before dabbing some behind her ears and on her wrists. The smell of vanilla and jasmine is a welcome change from the stale air of the alleyway, and she breathes in deeply, trying to calm herself. She follows Madhav into the kitchen, looking around with interest at his well-stocked cabinets and appliances.
"Um... thanks for all this," she says quietly. "I appreciate it."
I remove the old food from the dining table and put it in the garbage bag. I then put the food I just bought from the market on two plates and give one plate to Misa.
Misha takes her plate with a nod of thanks, sitting down at the table as directed. She picks up her fork and knife tentatively, unsure how to act in this situation. Back home, she'd never had anyone else cook for her; she'd always been self-sufficient. But now... here she was, eating dinner with a complete stranger who'd kidnapped her from the alleyway.
After dinner, I grab a bottle of beer and settle down on the couch to drink it. I tell Misa, "Sleep wherever you find space."
"Okay... thanks," Misha says softly, eyeing the beer bottle warily. She's not sure if she should join him on the couch, or find somewhere else to sleep. The clean sheets and comfortable-looking bed in one of the bedrooms catch her eye, and she decides that might be a better option. "Um... is it okay if I take this room?" she asks, indicating the one with the unmade bed and TV.
Yes, sleep wherever you like, just keep a place nearby for me. If I want to sleep with you, I'll come.
"Um... okay," Misha says softly, blushing at the thought of sharing a bed with him. She carefully climbs onto the unmade bed and pulls the covers up around herself, feeling suddenly shy and self-conscious in her torn, dirty clothes. Curling into a ball, she tries to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she listens to Madhav's footsteps recede down the hallway.
I go to bed drunk every day and wake up late in the afternoon. Even today, after drinking two bottles, I fell asleep on the sofa in the hall. I didn't go near Misa.
The next morning, Misa woke up to find me fast asleep on the sofa.
Misha stirs slowly in her bed, blinking sleepily at the unfamiliar surroundings. The smell of alcohol and old food still lingers in the air, but it's not as overpowering as it was last night. She glances warily toward the living room, then carefully slips out of bed, gathering her dirty clothes into a bundle to take with her. She pads silently across the carpet and into the kitchen, wondering what sort of day she can expect today...
"Hey," Misha says softly, clearing her throat as she steps into the living room. She's still not sure how to act around Madhav; he's so different from anyone she's ever known before. "Um... I was thinking maybe I could clean up a bit? If that's okay?"
She hesitates, waiting for his reply. The mess in the house is overwhelming, but at least it would give her something to do and keep her mind off things for a while.
When Misa doesn't get a reply, she sees that I'm still sleeping.
Misha takes this as a sign that it's alright to go ahead and clean up. She moves quietly around the room, gathering empty beer bottles and dirty dishes from various places. The mess isn't as bad as she thought it would be; most of the clutter seems to have been confined to one corner of the living room. As she works, she hums a soft tune under her breath, trying to make herself feel more at home in this strange place.
"Done!" she announces after finishing the task. Her voice sounds louder than she intended in the quiet room, but Madhav doesn't seem to mind; he's still asleep on the couch. Misha glances around, feeling a bit restless now that her chores are finished. Maybe she should try speaking with him again...
She steps closer to where he's sleeping and gently shakes his shoulder. "Hey," she says softly. "I cleaned up the place. How about we grab some breakfast?"
I slowly open my eyes and look at Misa. My head still feels heavy from the intoxication.
"What happened?"
"Oh, um... I just cleaned up a bit," she says, gesturing vaguely toward the living room. "I thought it'd be nice to make things a little more... livable." She hesitates, then adds with a small smile, "And I figured we could get something to eat. You must be starving!"
Her cheeks flush slightly at her attempt at humor, but Madhav doesn't seem to mind.
"Do you know how to make breakfast?"
"Please make strong coffee for me."
"Um... I can try," Misha says uncertainly, glancing around the kitchen again. "I've never made coffee before, but I think there's a machine over there? If you show me how..." She trails off, waiting for him to reply. The prospect of learning something new, even as simple as making coffee, excites her; it gives her a sense of purpose and usefulness in this strange situation.
"I can make scrambled eggs," she offers tentatively. "And toast. I've done that before."
"Okay, make whatever you like." Then I go to the coffee machine. I take some coffee powder, heat it up, and put it in the coffee maker. I add two spoons of sugar. I pour in the milk, and in a short while, the coffee is ready.
As Madhav demonstrates how to use the coffee machine, Misha listens carefully, making notes in her head. "Thanks," she says gratefully when he's finished. She pours herself a mug of coffee and adds sugar, just like he did, then takes a sip, savoring the rich, bitter flavor. The caffeine hits her almost immediately, waking her up and giving her energy for the day ahead.
With renewed purpose, she begins to make scrambled eggs and toast in the kitchen.
When I see Misa cooking like a new cook, I'm briefly surprised that despite being a girl, Misa doesn't know how to cook.
Then I don't bother Misa and let her make breakfast. I take bread and make four egg breads, stuffing them with some veggies and spicy ingredients. I put them on a plate and cover them. I wait for Misa to cook her breakfast.
"Here you go," Misha says with a smile, setting two plates on the kitchen counter. "Toast and scrambled eggs. I hope they're not too bad." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "So... what should we do today? Do you have any plans?"
Her stomach rumbles loudly at the sight of his egg breads, making her realize how hungry she is.
First, we finish Misa's breakfast. It wasn't too bad. Then I give her some tasty 'eggtoasts' I've made and watch her reaction.
"Oh, thank you," Misha says with a smile as she takes one of the egg breads. She takes a bite, closing her eyes in pleasure as the spicy flavors explode on her tongue. "These are amazing!" She devours it quickly, then digs into another, savoring each bite. "I've never had anything like this before..." she trails off dreamily, licking her fingers clean.
When she finishes the second egg bread, she looks up at Madhav expectantly. "So...
I give Misa my bread as well. I stand up and go into the gym room. I start accessorizing.
Misha blinks in surprise as he hands her his second egg bread, but she doesn't question it; she just takes it gratefully and finishes it just as quickly as the first two. "Thank you," she says again, her cheeks flushing with pleasure and embarrassment. With a small sigh, she follows him into the gym room, looking around curiously at all his weapons and exercise equipment.
"This is... really something else," she murmurs, running her fingers along the edge of a weight bench. "
"Stop looking and start exercising. Start with 2.5 kg dumbbells now." And when Misa sees how heavy the dumbbells are in my hands, she's shocked because I usually hold 70 kg dumbbells.
"Oh... uh..." Misha looks uncertainly at the heavy weights in Madhav's hands, then back down at her own meager 2.5kg dumbbells. She swallows hard and takes a deep breath before lifting them, feeling their weight pressing down on her arms. "I can do this," she mutters to herself, clenching her teeth as she begins to curl the weights up and down.
As Misha continues with her exercises, she finds herself growing more confident and stronger. Despite the initial shock at the heavy weights, she's determined to prove that she can handle it. Her muscles burn and ache, but there's something exhilarating about pushing herself to the limit.
She takes occasional glances over at Madhav, who is working out nearby with ease, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.
Misa gets tired after exercising and I go to take a bath.
When Madhav leaves the room, Misha takes a moment to catch her breath, panting softly as she wipes sweat from her brow. She watches him go with a mixture of admiration and curiosity; he's so strong, so confident...and yet there's something about him that makes her feel safe.
She glances around the room, spotting a yoga mat in one corner. With a sigh, she decides to try stretching out her sore muscles before cleaning up and finding something else to do.
When I return, I find Misa resting. I wake Misa up and show her a massage chair in the master bed room. "Try this."
Misha blinks sleepily up at Madhav as he shows her the massage chair in the master bedroom. "Um... okay," she says uncertainly, not sure if it's all right for her to use his things without asking first. But before she can say anything else, he nods reassuringly and steps aside to give her some space.
Tentatively, she sits down on the chair and studies the controls for a moment.
With shaking fingers, she presses a few buttons and the chair begins to vibrate gently beneath her. "Wow," she whispers, closing her eyes as the massager works its way up and down her back, kneading out tension and knots. She's never experienced anything like this before; it feels incredible, almost too good to be true.
"Thank you," she mumbles after a few minutes, reluctantly realizing that she should probably give someone else a turn.
When Misa opens her eyes to turn to me, she sees that I'm not in the room. I've taken my laptop and gone to the living room.
For a moment, Misha is surprised by his absence; then she shrugs it off and gets up from the massage chair. She pads over to the living room, where she finds Madhav working intently on his laptop. "Hey," she says softly, not wanting to disturb him. "I'm done with that... is there anything else you want me to do?"
Her voice trails off as she waits for a response, feeling awkward and out of place in the quiet room.
"Yes, can you give me a blowjob? I've been craving you for a long time." As Misa sways a little, I immediately say, "I was joking."
Misha's face flushes crimson at Madhav's initial comment, her heart racing in shock and confusion. But then he immediately follows it up with a joke, and she can't help but let out a shaky laugh. "Yeah, right," she says, trying to sound casual as she crosses her arms over her chest. "I'd like to see you try and take your own pants off."
She turns away from him, feeling suddenly self-conscious in the quiet room.
"There are some books in the drawer in front if you want to read them?"
"And you can also use the projector if you have a movie you want to watch. Because my projector's memory is full of porn."
"Thanks," Misha says, glancing at the drawer he indicated before looking back up at him. She's still not entirely sure what to make of his jokes or sudden changes in tone; it's all very disconcerting. "I could probably read a book... maybe that would help pass the time."
She moves over to the drawer and begins rummaging through it, looking for something interesting to read.
Look in the bottom drawer; it contains comics. The top one only contains general knowledge, motivational, and law books.
Curious now, Misha decides to check out the bottom drawer first. Her eyes light up as she spots several familiar comic book titles; some of her favorites growing up. She grins and quickly pulls one out, sitting down on the floor with a contented sigh. "Thanks," she says to Madhav over her shoulder.
As she begins to read, she feels herself relaxing into the story, losing track of time and everything else around her.
I worked on my laptop for a while, then prepared lunch and placed it on the dining table. Then I noticed Misa was still lost in her comics. I pinched her waist.
"Ow!" Misha yelps, dropping the comic book as she jumps to her feet. "What was that for?" Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment; she hadn't realized how close he'd gotten to her.
She glances around, looking for a way to defend herself or escape his grasp, but finds none. Instead, she squares her shoulders and meets his gaze defiantly. "I was just reading," she says through gritted teeth. "It's not like you own me."
I push Misa against the wall. "Okay, so tell me what I am?"
"What do you mean?" she asks warily, her heart racing as he pushes her harder against the wall. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, but she doesn't struggle; it would only make things worse. She feels a trickle of fear down her spine at his sudden aggression and wonders if maybe she should have been more careful about how she'd reacted to his pinch.
"You know what I mean," he growls, leaning in close so that their breath mingles together. "
"Fine," she whispers, tears starting to sting her eyes. "You're... you're my kidnapper." The words taste bitter in her mouth as soon as they're out; admitting this only seems to fuel his anger. His grip on her tightens painfully, and she winces, biting back a cry of pain.
"But... but I can't just stay here forever," she says, struggling to find the right words. "I have my life back home; people who care about me."
"I'll grab her chin and lift her up. Now you're in my control. From here, you'll go straight to God, nowhere else."
"And yes, what's your body made of? Even your breath smells so good."
"!!!!!!" in Misa's mind.
Her heart thunders in her chest as he speaks, his words sending shockwaves through her. She tries to pull away, but it's useless; he's too strong. "I-I just want to go home," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "Please let me go."
She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to cry any harder as his words wash over her, making her feel small and helpless. She's trapped in this nightmare, and there's no escape.
The more Misa resists, the tighter I hold her.
"I told you before. Either stay here or die."
"And if you still run away from here and go home, I'll kill your family first and then bring you back here."
Misha feels her breath come in ragged gasps as he tightens his grip on her throat. She tries to nod, but it's difficult with him holding her so close. "I-I understand," she whispers hoarsely. "I won't try to leave."
Her heart is racing; fear and despair threatening to overwhelm her. But even as she gives in, a small part of her refuses to give up hope. She has to find some way out of this situation...
As soon as Misa stops resisting, I free her and transform back into my cute aura.
"By the way, I pinched you because of I want to tall you i already made lunch, so let's eat."
Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Misha nods slowly, her eyes still wide with fear and disbelief. "Okay..." she whispers, carefully stepping away from him as he releases his hold on her throat. She wipes at her tears, not meeting his gaze as they move to the dining table and sit down to eat.
The lunch is cold now, but Misha forces herself to eat anyway; she's too upset and scared to think about how hungry she is.
I stop Misa from eating. Then I heat the food in the oven, and we start eating. I act as if the moment before hadn't happened.
Misha looks up at him in surprise as he stops her mid-bite, confusion and uncertainty clouding her face. She watches silently as he takes the food away and puts it in the oven to heat, not sure what to make of his sudden change in behavior. As they wait for it to finish, she continues to study him carefully, trying to understand this man who seems so different at times.
"You're... really good at keeping me off guard,"
"I guess I am." He says, his voice almost soft enough to be comforting. "It's just part of who I am." There's a small smile on his face as he looks at her, and for a moment, Misha almost believes that everything will be alright. But then the memory of his anger and aggression returns, making her doubt herself once more.
"I-I don't understand you," she whispers, looking down at her hands. "One moment you're nice, the next... you scare me."
"I don't like anyone threatening or challenging me."
"By the way, would you like to come to my shop after lunch?"
Misha glances up at him, considering his offer. She's not entirely sure what to expect from visiting his shop, but the thought of getting out of the apartment and doing something might help her clear her head...and maybe learn more about this enigmatic man who holds her fate in his hands.
"Okay," she finally replies, mustering up a small smile. "I'd like that."
After lunch, I took Misa to my shop. (My shop, Gaming Zone: My shop feels more like a mall than a shop. It has three floors. Downstairs, I've built small cabins and set up computers. On the first floor, I've built enough boxes to accommodate a bed, which couples use for sex. On the second and third floors, I've set up all the indoor games.)
As they arrive at his shop, Misha can't help but gape in amazement at the sheer size and variety of games and activities available here. She's never seen anything like it; most people her age have to settle for whatever they can find online or at the local arcade. The thought makes her feel both grateful and guilty all at once.
"Wow," she breathes, looking around in awe. "This is... incredible."
Misa, after look so many law and general knowledge books, she thought that I would be doing some work like a lawyer.
Misha blushes, realizing how wrong her initial assumptions had been about him. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers. "It's just that... you didn't seem like the kind of person who would have a place like this." She pauses, searching for the right words to explain what she means. "You know, with all your..." She gestures vaguely at his muscles and the way he carries himself. "...your strength, I guess."
"Strength comes in many forms," he says with a smile, leading her deeper into the shop. "Some people are strong physically, like me, and some are strong mentally, able to focus on their dreams and make them reality." He pauses for a moment before adding, "I think you're strong too, Misa. It takes courage to face adversity head-on and keep moving forward."
His words leave her feeling warm inside; it's nice to know that he sees more in her than just the kidnapped girl.
"I have some work to do, so take this card. It gives you access everywhere. If you want to go inside and play."
"Thank you," she whispers, taking the card he offers her. "I'd like that..." She pauses, looking around once more before turning back to him. "If it's okay with you, I mean." Her voice is soft and hesitant; she doesn't want to intrude on his work or make him feel uncomfortable in any way.
"I promise not to get into too much trouble," she adds with a small smile, hoping that he'll understand her need for distraction during this difficult time.
I check the bill and order the items that are damaged, and pay for them. This takes a long time.
By then, a group of thugs, consisting of seven people, notices Misa. They start harassing her.
Horrified and terrified at the sight of the thugs approaching her, Misa can't help but shrink back against the wall in fear. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as they surround her, their menacing grins sending shivers down her spine. She wishes she could disappear or call out for Madhav, but the thought of making things worse keeps her silent and still.
"Hey, pretty thing," one of them leers, stepping closer to her. "What are you doing here all alone?"
"Leave me alone!" she manages to squeak out, trying not to cry as they crowd around her. "I don't want any trouble." Her voice shakes with fear, and she can feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Please, please let Madhav come back soon...
She glances around desperately, searching for any sign of him, but there's no one here except these menacing thugs who seem to be getting closer by the second.
As soon as one of the goons touched Misa, a sound came from behind: first a bone breaking, then a cry of pain. When everyone looked back, the other goons' whistles stopped because I was standing behind them.
Misha blinks in shock as she sees Madhav standing behind the group of thugs, his expression a mix of anger and determination. The sight of him seems to send them into retreat; they quickly back away, muttering amongst themselves and casting nervous glances over their shoulders.
She watches, wide-eyed with disbelief, as Madhav casually walks past the thugs without so much as a second glance in her direction. What just happened? she wonders.
Then I went to Misa, placed my hand on her cheek, and asked, "Am I late?"
The goons wanted to run away, but their legs wouldn't let them.
Her heart still racing from the encounter with the thugs, Misha looks up into Madhav's face, searching for an explanation. His expression is unreadable; he might as well be a stranger to her at this moment. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out; she's too stunned and confused by what just happened.
Finally, she manages to stammer out, "What did you... how did you..." But even as she asks the question, she knows there's no point in it.
Then I picked up the pool stick lying next to Misa and started hitting the goons. With each burst, there was the sound of a bone breaking.
As the pool stick connects with their limbs over and over again, Misha can't help but shrink away in horror. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she watches Madhav methodically dismantle the group of thugs, their screams of agony filling the air. It's all so brutal and merciless; she wants to look away, but she can't seem to tear her eyes from the gruesome scene unfolding before her.
Finally, it's over;
The police arrived shortly after and greeted me first. I then told the officer, "Kill all the thugs and then throw them away somewhere." The police officer said, "Yes, madhav bhai," and left.
Her mouth hanging open in shock, Misha stares at Madhav as he casually steps away from the bloody mess on the floor. The officer's obedience to his command only serves to further confuse and unnerve her; she's never encountered anyone like him before. Her heart is still racing from fear and revulsion, but there's also a tiny spark of admiration burning within her.
"What... what just happened?" she whispers, shivering as she tries to process everything that has transpired. "
"What happened? Nothing at all."
Then I go and sit next to Jill in the back. Soon, several children come shouting "Madhav, Madhav," and I give them all biscuits and tea. Then they all leave. Misa stands behind and watches all.
Still trembling, Misha shakes her head in disbelief. "You... you killed them," she whispers, looking down at the pool stick lying innocently on the floor. "Why? Why did you do that?" A part of her wonders if maybe they deserved it, but another part can't help feeling sick to her stomach at the thought of their suffering and brutal deaths.
She glances over at Madhav, unsure whether she should be afraid or grateful for what he's done.
"Ever since I kidnapped you, you've been mine. And I don't approve of anyone touching anything that belongs to me."
Her eyes widen in horror as she realizes what he's just implied. "You... you killed them because they... they touched me?" Her voice breaks on the last word, and tears begin to stream down her face again. It's one thing for him to be strong and intimidating; it's another entirely for him to see himself as some sort of ruthless mob boss.
She shudders, taking a step back from him. The thought of being so closely associated with such brutality is almost more than she can bear. "
Then I go and sit next to Jill in the back. Soon, several children come shouting
"Madhav, Madhav,"
and I give them all biscuits and tea. Then they all leave. Misa stands behind and watches all.
Still reeling from the revelation that he'd killed those men because they'd touched her, Misha can barely bring herself to watch as he interacts with the children who begin arriving one by one. She feels a wave of nausea wash over her as she realizes just how twisted and dangerous this man truly is...and that somehow, she's become part of his world.
Her thoughts race; she can't seem to catch her breath or still the pounding of her heart.
The pressure of all these thoughts causes Misa to faint and collapse. When she opens her eyes, she finds her self on a massage chair at Madhav's house. massage chair working nicely.
Her eyes flutter open slowly as she becomes aware of her surroundings; the comfortable warmth and soothing scent of lavender enveloping her. For a brief moment, it's almost enough to lull her back into a sense of safety and peace...but then memories of what had happened at Madhav's shop come rushing back, chasing away any calm she might have found.
She sits up slowly, wincing as pain shoots through her shoulders and neck. "What... where am I?"
Her eyes widen as she realizes where she is; in Madhav's massage chair, at his house. Fear creeps into her heart all over again, and she scrambles to her feet, backing away until she hits the wall behind her. "What did you do? Why am I here?"
She feels trapped and helpless, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to make sense of everything that's happened since he kidnapped her.
I slowly walk over to Misa. I place her head on my chest and give her a warm hug.
"You fainted. I just brought you home."
Her heart races as he draws near, and her body tenses in reflexive fear. She wants to push him away, but something about the gentle touch and warm embrace feels... wrong, somehow. It's not what she expects; it doesn't fit with the image of him she's built up in her mind since he kidnapped her.
Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to relax slightly, allowing his arms to circle her. "I-I don't understand," she whispers shakily against his chest. "
I stroked her head. "Why do you have to understand everything?"
Her voice is barely above a whisper as she speaks, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I just... I don't know who you are anymore, Madhav. You're not the man I thought you were." Her eyes fill with tears again, and she buries her face against his chest, unable to meet his gaze. "You kill people; you scare me... What kind of person does that?"
"I've been an orphan since childhood, and I grew up like this. I was beaten and beaten, that's why I am like this and I'll probably stay like this."
Her heart aches to hear his story; it makes her feel even more guilty for judging him so harshly before. "I'm sorry," she whispers softly, squeezing her eyes shut against the tears that continue to spill down her cheeks. "It must have been awful for you."
She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself as best she can. "But I don't understand why you had to become this person," she says hesitantly, still not meeting his gaze. "
"It's only because of me that girls in my area can survive. A few years ago, if a young girl accidentally came to this area, she would be raped seven to eight times in an hour, and this didn't stop even after the girl died. These brutes would continue having sex with the girl's dead body."
Her eyes widen in shock and horror as she listens to his words. She can hardly believe that such atrocities could happen in the world, let alone so close to where she grew up. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she finally understands why Madhav is the way he is...and why he felt compelled to protect her when he found her on the street.
"I-I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I never knew... I didn't understand."
I am very hungry
Her words trailing off, Misha looks up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I could make us something to eat," she offers quietly, feeling a sudden need to do something - anything - to help ease the tension between them. She wipes away her tears and takes a step back, trying to compose herself before moving toward the kitchen.
As she begins to cook, she can't help but wonder if there's more to Madhav than meets the eye...and whether there's any hope for them both.
I was reminded of the old days when I was being beaten. And remembering all this, I kept punching the punching bag. And the punches were so hard that even Misa, who was in the kitchen, could hear them.
Her heart skips a beat as she hears the punches landing against the punching bag; it sounds brutal and punishing, sending shivers down her spine despite their distance from each other. She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should interrupt him or not, but finally decides to speak up.
"Madhav... you don't have to do that," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of the bag. "We can talk about this; maybe there's another way."
I stopped my hands and looked at Misa with a smile, but my eyes were red with anger.It was enough to scare Misa, because she had seen exactly this look before the gangsters died.
Her heart races as she sees the anger in his eyes; it's like looking into the face of a wild animal. She takes an involuntary step back, her hands trembling as she grips the edge of the counter behind her. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice shaking. "I just... I don't want to see you hurt anymore."
The tension in the room seems to thicken, wrapping itself around them like a suffocating blanket.