The Billionaire's Bride

Part 51 | Old Factory

" Sign them. "

Half-white sheets authorised by a government stamp, was slammed on the table. The title read Transfer of property and ownership, highlighted in bold Arial font.

" I won't. "

Naira raised her chin to look into his eyes. " I am not signing the papers. "

Raghav's brows narrowed at her. " What? "

She studied his face with mocking eyes, " Do you have a hearing loss Or.... Is it your Inborn low IQ?
It's a pretty simple Statement to understand. "

His jaw clenched at her sudden change in attitude. " Arrogance Despite the defeat, Interesting. "

Walking across the table, he stood behind the wooden chair. Leaning in from behind, his hands travelled up her arm and rested on her shoulder to give it a harsh squeeze, " you got no choice but to sign. " A threatening whisper.

" Try harder, you don't scare me. "

He yanked her hair back sharply that made her scalp burn but she refused to submit.

" When I make you sign the damn papers, you'll regret pulling this little stunt, babygirl. "

" You wish. " Naira stared at Raghav defiantly, a smug smile danced on her lips.

Further infuriated, He cursed before dragging her by wrist out of the warehouse mercilessly, into his Jeep.

" What- " he sealed her mouth with his palm roughly. " Zip that pretty lips, else I'll do. "

A cuff secured her left wrist to a metal railing before the jeep drove into the highlands.

The ride came to halt after about 20 minutes, in front of a deserted old factory. Leaving her alone in the jeep, Raghav walked into the factory ignoring her screams.

" Damn it! " Her futile efforts to break the restraints left reddish pink marks on her tender skin.

She looked around hopeful to find something of use to free herself and her heels brushed against a hard wooden surface.

Curiously, Naira used her free hand to reach for the box far beneath her seat, stretching her muscles to the maximum. Once she had her hands on the rectangular box, the contents within it turned her curiosity into pure shock.

A gun.

Holy f**k !

Carefully, Naira lifted the gun that weighed about 1.5 pounds. The handgun was much heavier than she had anticipated. She took a while to observe the black killer object.

Reversing the gun in her hand, Naira striked a blow with its handle on the chain links of the cuff. It was followed by yet an other hard blow. On the fourth strike the links broke, setting her free.

She stood up in a quick movement that made her head spin. Holding her head, she clenched her eyes. It took a minute for her body to stabilize. Stepping out of the jeep, she cautiously shoved the gun inside the rear pocket of her jean.

Despite having zero experience or knowledge on how to fire a pistol she chose to carry one, Just in case.
For Protection.
She wasn't going to open a fire, but atleast it might terrify her captors.

Sighing in anticipation, Naira looked around the deserted area making her way slowly towards the building.

Upon hearing distant voices from the basement, she decided to keep walking towards the source of sound. The factory was huge with multiple corridors and pillars. Sudden sound of heavy footsteps cautioned her.