My eyes were heavy. Chloroform still burned in my nose. My throat was dry like sandpaper. But I was not fully out. I could hear. I could feel everything. The car was moving fast. Too fast. Every bump on the road sent pain through my skull.
My hands were tied in front. Not with rope anymore. Plastic zip tie. The white kind. Cutting deeper into my skin with every jerk of the car. My head was on someone's lap. I could feel the rough fabric of denim jeans. The smell of sweat and cigarettes was strong. I wanted to vomit. I tried to move my fingers. Just a little.
Voice 1 -
Silver Tooth. I recognized his voice now. Low and cruel: "She moved. Is she waking up?"
Voice 2 -
Heavy voice from the front seat: "No way. I gave her full dose. Should be out for 2 hours. If she screams now, we have problem. We are still on highway."
I kept my eyes closed. Forced my breathing to stay slow. In. Out. In. Out. Like I was sleeping. If they think I'm unconscious, they will talk freely. And I need them to talk. I need to know who wants me. Why me? I am nobody. Just Isha Sharma. Scholarship student.
The car took a sharp left turn. My head slammed against the car door. The metal was cold. Pain shot through my temple. I almost gasped. I bit my tongue so hard I tasted blood. Cannot make sound. Cannot.
Voice 3 -
Young voice. Maybe 20 years old. Nervous: "Bro, the girl is... really something. We didn't think when we took her. We thought Malhotra case, easy money. But this one is... item is good."
My blood froze in my veins. Ice. Complete ice.
Silver Tooth slapped someone Hard. The sound filled the car. "Are you mad? Did you forget what Boss said? Repeat it. Now."
Young voice stammered: "Y-yes... but... I didn't touch. I was just looking. I swear."
Silver Tooth:
"Don't even look. Listen to me carefully. I will say this once. We _can_ touch her. We are in middle of nowhere. Who will see? Who will stop us? If we do anything to her... if she gets hurt, if her clothes tear, if anything beyond that happens..."
He paused. I heard the click of a lighter. Then him inhaling. Cigarette smoke filled my nose. Made me want to cough. I held it.
Silver Tooth:
W"Then our owner will get angry. And when owner gets angry... you remember Vikram? His own brother? Owner burned him alive for making one mistake. We are nothing. Insects. If owner gets angry at us? We won't see tomorrow morning. Forget payment. We will be dead."
My heart was beating so fast I thought they could hear it. Who is this owner? Who burns his own brother?
Heavy voice from driver seat: "Silver is right. Listen carefully, boy. Boss wants one pure virgin girl. Untouched. Clean. He said very clear words: 'Not even one scratch should be on her. Not even one hair should be harmed. She should look like she just came from showroom'."
Pure. Virgin. Untouched.
The words hit me like stones. So this was not about Rahul's father. Not about Malhotra Industries. Not about business tender. This was about me. My body. Someone specifically wanted _me_. Isha. Wanted me untouched. For what purpose? Forced marriage? Some illegal ritual? Human trafficking? My mind showed me all horrible images.
"He wants her to break Malhotra," Heavy voice continued. "How? That is his problem. Our job is to deliver her exactly like this. Alive. Clean. Pure. Understand?"
Young voice whined like a child:
"But boss, how to control? It's 3 hours more to jungle camp. With girl like this next to me. It's hard."
Silver Tooth:
"You will control yourself. You want to live? Think this thought: If anything happens to her, we will not be alive tomorrow. Owner's name starts with 'V'. That is all you need to know. That name is enough to make grown men piss in pants."
'V'. One letter. But it made all three men silent for 10 seconds. The fear was real.
Heavy voice:
"Check her pockets. Take phone, ID card, everything. But do not touch her clothes. Do not pull her hair. Nothing. Understand?"
A hand went to my jeans pocket. Rough fingers. Pulled out my old Samsung phone. The screen was already cracked. Then my college ID card from the other pocket. The hand did not touch anywhere else. Did not even brush my skin. They were terrified of their boss.
Silver Tooth looked at my ID. "Isha Sharma. B.A. Second Year. Scholarship student. Huh. Malhotra has good taste for a toy."
He said my name. Isha Sharma. He said it like he knew me already. Like he studied me. This was planned. They didn't randomly pick me from the road.
I wanted to open my eyes. I wanted to scream "Who is your boss? What does he want?". I wanted to fight. But I didn't. Because now I understood the rules of this game.
Rule 1:
As long as I am 'pure', I am alive. I am valuable goods.
Rule 2:
The second I am not 'pure', I become waste. And waste is thrown away. Killed.
So I stayed still. Let my body be dead weight. Let them think the chloroform worked perfectly.
But inside my head, Isha Sharma was fully awake. And she was not scared anymore. She was angry. Cold angry. The kind of angry that makes plans.
They want 'pure virgin'? Fine.
They want 'showroom piece'? Fine.
They will get Isha the fighter. Isha who bargains with vegetable vendors. Isha who survived on 73 rupees. I will survive this too.
The car kept moving. Engine sound was constant. We must be on some state highway now. Leaving Delhi. Towards some jungle. Towards this 'V'.
I counted seconds. I counted turns. Left. Right. Straight for long time. Information is the only weapon I have now. I will collect every word. Every sound.
Somewhere far ahead, Rahul was bleeding on the road. Or in hospital. He doesn't know this truth. He still thinks it's business rivalry. He will come for me thinking it's about money.
But it's not about money. It's about me.
And I am not going to be anyone's 'pure' anything.
I am Isha. And I will decide what happens to my body.
The car hit another bump. My tied hands hurt. But I didn't make a sound.
I just listened. And waited.
Author Note:
They want her PURE. But WHY? 🤯
Who is 'V' who burns his own brother?
Rahul thinks this is business. But Isha just learned the horrifying truth.
This is no longer just love story. This is survival.
Comment 'V' if you have a theory about the boss.
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