I woke up in a lavish room, my mind foggy and disoriented. As I struggled to remember how I got there, the door creaked open, and a familiar face sauntered in with a charming smile. My confusion deepened. Why was I kidnapped on my way to the airport? Did they mistake me for a wealthy or politician's daughter? My parents are well-off, but I'm just a ordinary person. The man's Indian accent sent a shiver down my spine as he approached me. "Hey beautiful," he said, his eyes gleaming with a knowing glint. Suddenly, it clicked - he was the guy I had flirted with a few days ago! My heart raced as he sat beside me, making me scoot away. "Don't be scared, I'm not going to harm you, I promise," he said, his voice low and soothing. But I wasn't convinced. "Please let me go," I begged, tears streaming down my face. He simply stood up and left the room, leaving me trapped and bewildered. What had I gotten myself into? All I wanted was a peaceful holiday, and now I was a captive of my own flirtation.