Moments

To get to you

"I've been running through the jungle

I've been crying with the wolves

To get to you..."

Wolves, Selena Gomez

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Anjali was leaning back on the cold wall of the small room when the door of the room slammed open. She saw the same guy who brought her food along with some guys storming in. A man was leading them and he stood before her looking at her in disgust.

"So this is the girl for whom Adam killed my father and other priests!" the man said in disgust, "Must say you have grown into a very beautiful woman!" he kneeled down to her and she sank back to the wall. "Aww are you scared of me princess?" he whispered in his sly voice and ran his fingers through her face. Anjali shifted her face away and squirmed through her ropes.

The guy stood up and turned to others, "We must move her from this place! You know Adam. He will hunt us down!"

Everyone nodded and the man said, "I want Daniel to lock her up in his house!"

Anjali saw the man who brought her food looking up. He must be Daniel! He said, "Nathan...my apartment?"

"Do it Danny!" Nathan, the head, said in anger.

Daniel/Danny looked down and sighed.

"What about her brother?" another man asked.

"Patrick will take him" Nathan said pointing to a brunette man who nodded.

Everyone dispersed soon after leaving Nathan and Daniel in the room.

"Why would you do that?" Daniel cried, "Nathan, I don't want to lock any women up in my apartment!"

"Look Danny" Nathan said sighing, "I can't trust anyone with this girl! I want you to take her man. I trust you brother!"

Daniel looked down and sighed. Nathan gave Anjali another disgusted look and walked out.

"You're his brother?" Anjali asked.

Daniel nodded and walked towards her. He untied her rope and Anjali sprang up. She looked at the opened door but Daniel gripped her wrist harshly, "The moment I untie you, your eyes fly up to the door. Now listen to me, don't make it hard for me or I'll have to take actions against you and trust me sweetheart, I won't be this pleasing when I'm angry!"

Anjali nodded and bit her lip as his nails were digging into her skin. He tied both of her hands to back and pushed her forward, "Now walk"

"Where are you taking me?" she cried.

"Don't make me tie up your mouth sweetheart!" he said and the girl was pushed out of the room.

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His eyes flickered as he felt someone lifting him up. He felt so light weight as if he was floating in air. It is been two days, according to his calculation that he has been taken, and that means two days since he had his diabetes tablets. His sugar level has been disrupted and he found his eyes drooping shut.

He heard someone say, "What's wrong with this guy? He is always tired!"

"His sister is fit man!"

"Ah she is! What a beauty man!"

"I wish it was me who took her!"

"But no! Nathan knows us very well and asked his brother to handle her!"

"Daniel is one lucky man!"

If only he was healthy! Even Arnav's full power mode brain couldn't lift his body up and beat the hell out of those men who were eying his sister! But what did they mean by took her? What happened to di? Who is this Daniel and where did he take her?

Arnav gasped in pain when he felt being thrown into a hard surface. His eyes flickered shut and the last thing he registered was a door shutting and the surface he was on moving.

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"So we're searching about Stephen Paul?" Khushi asked as Adam drove through the Scotland roads.

Adam nodded and passed her his mobile phone. Khushi frowned and saw a message from a private number.

You know me Adam. You killed him, Stephen, my father – my mentor. Find me Adam Joan. I have your kids.

P.S. Your daughter is really sexy ;-)

Khushi looked at Adam who had gripped his steering wheel.

She sighed and kept the phone on dashboard. "So Stephen Paul Ryder? What about him?"

"He worked as a professor in Edinburgh University. He was my teacher and that's how he knows about my heritage and my daughter being half-jew!"

Khushi nodded.

"So we'll go to university and try for his family details. There will be a file about him. He had married very late. If I remember correctly he had two very young sons when Anjali was three!" Adam said driving into the gates of Edinburgh.