A promise: That changed my life

Daniel

I felt like someone wiped the land off my feet as I processed Anjali's words in my brain, I didn't expect that bastard Marcello to be that fast. I am away from the house and even Karan must have been left by now to attend his meeting.

I wanted to call Karan for help, but I can't take risk of hearing no at this time, he ain't gonna help and will tell me to get out of his house too, Oh, God! Where I stuck myself into. Whatever can happen; Good, bad, or worse but there's no backing off.

I immediately took the cab and went to the hotel where Anjali is staying to somehow at least help to get Esha out from here.

As soon as I reached the hotel, the first thing I noticed was tight security, men in black suits were standing out at the entrance, talking to someone over Walkie-Talkie.

I inhaled a deep calm breath and started to count my steps inside, I calmed my posture as much as I can, and without taking their glance at me, It was almost successful before a guy who looked like a manager stopped me.

"I am so sorry, Sir, we can't allow you to go inside unless you've booked a room here or wanna book one, " He spoke in a typical Indian accent.

Shit! Do I need to buy a room to reach Anjali?!

It looks like I got no other option at the moment, "Yes, I wanna book one for a night, " I said, he nodded, guiding me to the reception.

That manager said something to the receptionist in their language which was not Hindi for sure before she turned towards me, "Your Id proof, Sir, " She said.

I put my hand in my jeans to take out my wallet only to know that I left it in my suitcase which at Karan's home, "I am sorry, but I guess I lost my wallet somewhere which had my all Id proofs, " I faked an excuse, trying to control the sweats which were forming on my head.

"Then, we are sorry, Mister, we can't let you stay here unless you arrange your Id proof, " That Manager said.

Don't be panic, Daniel!

"Alright, if you don't mind can I wait in the waiting area till I call my friend for help?"

The manager looked at me in deep thought before nodding, "Sure, there's a waiting area, "

I shake my head in okay and made my way to sit over to the couch of the hotel waiting area, till I came up with a plan. I noticed that the manager was just glancing over me every few seconds, so I took out my phone and acted like I am talking to someone to avoid his doubtful gaze on me.

After he went somewhere and the receptionist got busy with other guests, I slowly paced up from my place and putting my head down, looking at the floor, I instantly wandered off to the elevator.

when I saw some security guards nearby. I changed my route,

right about Marcello has put his men to keep

heard those guards talking to each other and then they left off, as I quickly went back,

she opened the door in no time, pulling me

came, " She

to escape from

"Now, what?" She asks.

will take Esha with me till I go and bring some

where will you take Esha and whose help can you bring? Karan was our only hope, " She spoke, pointing

worry, we'll manage somehow-" we got interrupted by a hard knock on the door, and the voice followed by

am here, care to open the

any way I can go out. I saw the pipe going down near the railing

voice was clearly showing

"What now?!"

is Esha?" I

the room, " She replies,

towards the room, bringing Esha in my

you out of your mind?!" She asks, yelling silently so the devil who

hold me tightly,

you will hurt her!" She

Do you think the man outside is safe for her? And will keep her

"But-"

go, and answer the door before he gets more doubt. Esha

in comprehension, she rushed towards the door as I immediately stood like a monkey on a pipe, "Uncle Daniel, are we playing a game?" Esha asked, smiling innocently

" I Shushed her first, not wanting Marcello and his men to hear us, " Yes, sort of, just don't slip your grip off me and we will be considered as

with

slowly climbed down the pipe, handling my balance, I was just below the balcony when I heard the footsteps echo above me, smelling the horrible smoke of a cigar in the process, "Ain't it's an

Esha, my urge to take her away from here increased. But I don't want my wrong step

She says, making me more anxious, Even, my hand was full of sweat and my grip was loosening from the pipe, I don't need to see the redness

as I felt my back hit the ground with a