The Kidnapping
It was a dark and stormy rainy night in Mumbai. The clock showed around 9:30 PM.
Meera, a cute and innocent-looking 22-year-old girl with big expressive eyes, long straight black hair, fair skin, and a simple charm, was walking alone towards the metro station after her part-time job.
She was wearing a black jeans and white long top. She held her bag close and walked quickly, thinking about reaching home soon.
Suddenly, a big black SUV stopped right beside her with a sharp screech. The door opened and a tall, well-built 28-year-old man stepped out.
Kabir Singh had a sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, and a strong muscular frame visible under his tight black shirt. His face was cold and expressionless.
Before Meera could step back, Kabir caught her wrist in a firm grip. His voice was deep and icy, “You are Meera Sharma. Come quietly.”
Meera’s heart raced but she stayed calm. She looked at him directly and said in a steady but scared voice, “Who are you? Let go of my hand right now. I don’t know you.”
One of Kabir’s men stepped forward and pointed a black pistol at her side. “Don’t shout,” he warned.
Meera froze for a moment, her eyes wide with fear. She spoke softly but smartly, “Okay… I won’t shout. But tell me what you want. My family has money. We can talk.”
Kabir didn’t reply. He twisted her arm behind her back and tied a thick black blindfold tightly over her eyes. The world went completely dark for Meera. She felt the cold rain on her face as Kabir pushed her towards the SUV.
Meera tried to pull away once more. With quick thinking, she suddenly twisted her body and ran a few steps towards road but Kabir caught her easily from behind, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. He lifted her off the ground and placed her inside the back seat of the car.
“Don’t use blindfold, please,” Meera said quietly, trying to reason. “I can’t see anything and it’s making me panic. At least tell me why you are doing this. I am just a normal girl studying and working.”
Kabir sat beside her as the car started moving fast.
“Your brother Rohan destroyed my sister. This is revenge,” he said coldly.
Meera stayed silent for some time, thinking. After a while she spoke again in a clear voice, “I don’t know what my brother did, but I am not him. Kidnapping me won’t solve anything. My family is influential. They will look for me everywhere. You should let me go before this gets worse for you.”
The car drove for nearly two hours through heavy rain. Meera felt every turn. She tried small excuses to slow them down. “Can we stop for a minute? I feel sick from the speed and rain. I won’t run.” When Kabir didn’t reply, she added calmly, “At least loosen the blindfold a little. I promise I won’t scream.”
They reached a lonely dark port near the seashore after 2 hours of driving.
The sound of crashing waves was loud. Kabir carried Meera in his strong arms to a medium-sized private ship.
She felt his solid build against her as he moved. “We are going far away,” he said flatly.
Inside the ship’s small cabin, Kabir removed the blindfold after some time.
Meera looked at his cold face and said smartly, “You look educated and strong. Why are you doing something like this? Think again. My father and brother have connections. Wherever you are taking me, they will find it.”
Kabir tied her hands loosely to a pole in the cabin. “Your rich family protected your brother when he abused and blackmailed my sister Ananya. No more words.”
The ship started moving. The long 8 to 10-hour journey across the sea began. The boat rocked with the waves.
Meera felt uneasy but tried to stay composed. For the first few hours she stayed quiet, listening to the sea. Then she spoke again, “Kabir, I understand you are angry. But keeping me here for hours like this is not right. At least give me some water and tell me the plan.”
Kabir gave her water and a few biscuits without speaking much. Meera ate slowly and continued calmly, “If my brother really did something wrong, I can help you talk to him. Kidnapping me makes you the criminal now.”
Later in the journey, when Kabir opened the cabin door once, Meera quickly slipped past him towards the deck. She moved fast and shouted, “Anyone there? I am being taken against my will!” The strong sea wind hit her face. Kabir caught her arm firmly and brought her back inside. “Don’t test me,” he said in a low, cold voice.
Meera breathed heavily but spoke with sense, “I had to try. Any normal person would. But I am not stupid. I know we are in the middle of the sea now. Just tell me where this ship is going.”
Throughout the long night journey, Meera remained alert. She made careful excuses, “The ropes are hurting my wrists. Can you tie them differently?” and “The waves are making me feel sick. Can I sit near the small window?” trying to observe and understand her situation better.
She looked cute and innocent with her tired eyes and wet hair, but her mind stayed sharp. She was not panicking foolishly; she was thinking of ways to survive this.
Kabir stayed mostly silent and cold, watching her with intense eyes. His strong build and handsome features showed no softness, only determination for revenge.
After almost 9 hours of sailing through the dark sea, the ship finally slowed down.
Meera could hear the waves getting closer to the shore. She was exhausted, wet, scared, but still thinking clearly about what would come next on this unknown isolated island.
