#5

MEDDIE'S POV

I've been sitting on a bed in a room in this mansion for hours. Worried about Stuti. Where she is. How she is.

I shouldn't have been this stupid to slap someone in a foreign country. We were here only for a short vacation. We weren't even able to complete the whole trip and this incident happens. I'm so pissed right now. At myself but also at Stuti. What was she on about? My manifestations becoming a reality?

I've only had one stupid idea in my life. And that-

The door slams open, with a raging bull ready to charge at me. The guy, Damiano, has literal steam coming out of his ears and head. His eyes piercing my soul. As if ready to behead me.

Looking behind him I see another handsome looking guy. He's very buff. He has dark brown hair, pretty green eyes as dark as the evergreen trees. He's tall. Only an inch shorter than Damiano, I think.

Standing beside green eyes is Stuti. Her hand still tied up behind her. And a cloth gag in her mouth. Her expression is one of anger. And she gets scary as fuck when she's angry.

I get up from the bed and start walking in Stuti's direction. Well I try to anyway.

The blue-eyed, black-haired devil comes to stand in front of me, making me move backwards to create space. He moves forward again. And in turn I move back two steps. This goes on until I'm trapped between him and the wall. (By the way, I know how cliché all this is.)

He puts his arms up on the wall beside my head on both sides. His breath invades my very personal space bubble, which seems non-existent at this moment.

"You have met me thrice. First time you disobeyed me. The second time you refused to answer to me. And the third time you slapped me. Made me feel embarrassed in front of my employees. Which by the way is something no one has ever been able to do. And now before coming to take your friend back, you called the police. An act of disobedience. That's the second time you've done that. Even though I told you specifically not to do anything dumb if you wanted your friend back in one piece. Now you tell me, what do I do to you as you've caused me so much stress in just four brief meetings?"

'Wow that was a big rant. Damn! Did I really do all that?'

'Shut up mind! Now is not the fucking time.'

"Did I do all that?" Was the dumbest thing I could've spewed from my mouth in this situation. I looked past his arm to see Stu, only to get the exact reaction I knew was coming my way. Rolling her eyes at my stupidity. Shite!

I look back at the devil's face to see him getting even more angry. His brows seemed to be meeting in the middle with how hard he was frowning at my dumb self. His lips set in a straight line, jaw tightly clenched. Oh that jaw! It is so sharp. I could cut paper with it.

His eyes shot daggers at me. I would be in an early grave if he could kill me with his eyes.

"You know what? Leo shoot the friend." He said. This made my eyes widen. And I looked at his face once again to see that he was dead serious. He was done with my shit. He was gonna kill Stuti. And it's gonna be my fault. Why can't I just keep my mouth shut in serious situations?

Looking behind him I see that while he had me caged, Mr.green eyes had shifted places and now was standing in front of the bed at a diagonal, with a now crying Stuti down on her knees.

I've never once in our friendship seen Stuti cry. Never once. And seeing her like this, now, made me want to dagger my heart. I should learn when to shut up. Especially in life threatening situations like this.

Turning my face back one more time, I gaze straight into Damiano's brilliant blue eyes. "NO wait." I shout. "Wait. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. Don't do anything to Stuti. She's innocent. She has not done anything to you. Don't punish her for my mistakes. I'm sorry. Just punish me. Leave her alone." I plead. I cannot let Stuti take the brunt of my mistakes. She is at no fault. She has done him no wrong.

"Leo on three shoot the girl."

Shit what have I done? I've put Stuti on death row!

"1, 2-" just as he's about to say three I interrupt him. Joining my hands in front of my chest, I plead once again, tears in my eyes, "Please don't do it. I'm begging you. She has done absolutely nothing to disobey you. She wasn't the one who pulled that stunt. I was. Punish me. Kill me if you want. Just let her leave. Please. I'll do anything." I'm sobbing. I can't control it. I've never been in such a life and death situation.

"NO. NO!" I hear Stuti exclaim. She's shaking her head. The guy behind her pushes the gun to her head harder. "Don't hurt her." I shout and try to move towards Stuti to save her from these two. But my forearm gets caught in a vice like grip. Pulling me hard and making me slam back against the wall.

Damiano holds both of my arms, squeezing tight. "Ah!" I express the pain. He abruptly leaves my arms and moves back. He turns away from me, facing Leo and Stuti. A hand in his hair, he speaks "go and sit down on the bed." I take a second too long in moving and he seethes through his teeth, "I don't like repeating myself."

Not wanting to endanger Stuti's life a third time, I go and sit on the bed. He then signals to Leo and he grabs a hold of Stu's arm making her sit beside me. I instantly wrap myself around her. I remove the gag from her mouth and free her wrists of the harsh rope. Red rope marks glare me in the face from her wrists. My fault. "Hey, it's not your fault." Stuti cups my cheek and gives me a small smile. Returning a barely there smile of my own, I turn to look at Damiano and Leo with questioning eyes.

"You anger me so much. You've been on my fucking mind ever since I saw you in my club for the first time. You looked me right into my eyes and dared to refuse what I sent your way. That could only mean you were either trying to get yourself killed knowingly or you didn't know who I was." I go to speak but he just puts up a hand and places a finger on his lips. Indirectly telling me to shut the hell up.

"You are something else Ms. Medhavi Khushi." That accent though! Damn! So sexy! But he can't pronounce my name right to save his life. As is the case with most people.

'Fuck off you stupid ass conscience. Fucking focus on what he's saying.'

"Wait how do you know my full name?" The question leaves my lips before I'm able to catch up with my brain. Leo smirks and Damiano gives me the stanky eye. Clearly annoyed that I spoke again.

I imitate the "zipping my lips and throwing the key away" motion to show that I won't speak anymore. Hopefully.

"I'm intrigued with you. You are the only girl in my whole life to deny anything I say or do. You keep pushing my buttons. You are walking on thin fucking ice. And I will shoot her if you open your sexy goddamn lips one more time." He points first at Stuti and then at me. "And to answer your question, I know everything about you, your family, your friends. Everything." He pauses to gauge my reaction and see if I will speak again or not. Which I thankfully don't. But what he just revealed has me shocked to the core. Is he really who I think he is? Is this really fucking happening to me right now? Really universe? This is what I get? A stupid child's idea coming to life? Clearly influenced by reading too many fucking cliché stories! Fuck you universe!!

"You Meddie will marry me. I don't want any bullshit from you. I don't want you saying anything other than a yes. Is that understood? And it will do you good to remember that your dear friend's life is my palm right now. You are on my territory. There's nowhere for you to run baby. The police you so stupidly called, lives in my back pocket." He smirks after that.

My suspicions just keep getting more and more confirmed after hearing him say all this. Is this really fucking happening?

I raise my hand up to ask a question. I don't want to risk anything right now, with how volatile he seems. "Speak."

"Are you serious? You can't be serious about this. You can't make me fucking marry you for a small slap. You can't fucking ruin my life because you can't handle a fucking slap after I made it crystal clear that I wanted nothing to do with you. You can find any other girl to do your bidding. I'm not going to be that girl. I'm 18 fucking years old. I'm not fucking marrying you because your fragile male ego couldn't take a fucking no from a girl. I'm not fucking responsible for your ego shattering because you have no concepts of the word NO. You can fuck off for all I care. Just let us fucking leave. And if you're as powerful as you say you fucking are, just tell your fucking employees to forget about that incident. I can say sorry in front of everyone for it. But I'm not fucking marrying you. Do you understand this?" I had been suppressing my voice for way too long. It felt good to release it all. And now looking at Tarzan and Hulk, i.e. Damiano and Leo, I see that screeching and shouting got me absolutely nowhere. Both Tarzan's and Hulk's smirks have fallen.

Shit!

Damiano puts a mocking smile on his lips and meets my eyes. "You're so wrong about all of this sweetheart. You don't get to say no to me and get away with it. I'll leave you and your friend here to ponder about what I've said. You're not leaving this room. You're not leaving this country. You can say your goodbyes to your family in your heart. You won't see them again in this lifetime." He now points at Stuti, and says the same thing. After that he and his goon leave, shutting and locking the door.

Stuti and I stare at each other for a long minute. "What the fuck have you gotten us into? What the hell Medhavi? Really? You wanna fight with this guy? He clearly has immense authority. We are just tourists here. We were meant to have a calming 15 day vacation before we go to college. And now everything is ruined. I will have fucking nightmares about this for a long time in the future. And it is partly your fault. Why did you fucking slap him? You couldn't have told him no? Now you get us out of this mess. Do you understand Medhavi?"

I knew it was my fault. All of this. I could've just walked away. But no. I had to create a show out of it. Thinking I'm so tough. But in reality, I'm not. I'm so fucking stupid. Because of me Stuti is here on the verge of losing her well planned life. Because I can't keep my shit together. And even now, shouting at him. The only thing I'm good at is making everything worse. That's all.

And Stuti is right. I have to get us, especially her out of this mess. She has to get back to her normal life.

I need to talk to Damiano about letting Stuti leave. After she's out of here, then I can focus on getting myself out as well. Yes this seems like a good plan.

"I'm so sorry Stuti. You cannot fathom how deeply sorry I am. I will get you out of here. Don't worry. You'll get out of here. Nothing will happen to you. I won't let any more harm come your way."

She gives a 'you are such an idiot look'. "Are you really that daft? I'm not leaving here without you. We are in this together. We will get out of here. Don't worry. We can think of something. We have time to analyse all factors of this situation. We will get out of here." She gives my shoulder a tight squeeze. Reassuring me.

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DAMIANO'S POV

I enter my office. This girl gives me a headache. But I actually like her for some odd reason. She is nowhere near my usual one nighter types. She's not stick slim. In fact she is chubby. Which is so cute! I finally have something to hold on to while having a hot, passionate night of sex with her.

The way her eyes turn into slits when she is angry. The small pouty lips. They seem so pillowy and soft. The way she talks, oh! I can imagine angry sex with her is going to be mind shattering.

She is feisty yet knows her place. Like she's subconsciously submissive in nature. But she portrays herself as such a strong person. She is the right balance between feisty and submissive. She will become the perfect mother to my children. Knowing when to be strict and when to be lenient with them.

Just imagining her with a protruding belly, having my kids, is giving life to my member. I feel the little me jolting with excitement just hearing her voice. She has a soothing, soft voice. And her breasts, not too big, not too small. Just the perfect size.

Just like her.

Everything about her is perfect for me. And she's small in height. She will fit perfectly in my arms like a puzzle fitting together.

She has the most gorgeous, dark brown hair. It is so long it reaches her butt. Oh, how I would love to wrap her hair around my fist and gently tug on it.

She is perfect.

Knock, knock.

"Come in." Leo enters my office. He has a big smirk on his face.

"What was that you said back there? You wanna marry her? Dude you met her 3 times for not even 5 full minutes." He rolls his eyes at me. Which by the way if anyone else had done, he or she would be crying out in pain right now.

"I've waited for my queen long enough. I had a background check done on her." I pass him the blue file with Meddie's information. "I know her whole life like the back of my palm. She isn't like the other gold digger whores that surround me like flies. If she was she wouldn't have missed a single chance to jump my bones after seeing I'm rich." I reply simply.

She has such a unique name. I wonder what meaning it holds.

And just like that I sense a smile forming on my lips.

"I get all this but she's only 18. She must have a whole life planned for herself. Don't rush into this like a dozer. Talk to her calmly."

"I did try to talk to her. Calmly."

"No. You dumped a bomb on her. Expecting her to accept without retaliation. Look she's from a different culture, different country. She has different views about all this obviously. So talk to her, alone. And let her put her voice upfront as well."

I give him a thoughtful look. He's not completely wrong. "Okay fine. Come with me."