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.

on her door when I saw some security guards nearby. I changed

put his men to keep

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

I said as she opened the door in no time,

came,

managed to escape from their eyes, " I

"Now, what?" She asks.

till I go and

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

got interrupted by a hard knock on the door,

here, care to open the

I can go out. I saw the pipe going down near the railing from where I can go down easily and

clearly showing how

"What now?!"

is Esha?" I

" She replies, baffled,

taking her out from here, " I ushered towards the room, bringing Esha in my arms,

She asks, yelling silently

"Just hold me tightly, okay?" She nodded, not understanding my words, she wrapped her mini hands

you will hurt her!" She

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

"But-"

more doubt. Esha is safe with me, " I assured

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

Yes, sort of, just don't slip your grip off me and we will be considered as winners,

with a simple

echo above me, smelling the horrible smoke of a cigar in the process, "Ain't it's an amazing view, Anjali?" He asked, "I

I could clearly listen to Marcello's as he was just above me, he asked about Esha, my urge to take her away

mouth, "Uncle Dan, I am feeling the sweat in my palms, " She says, making me more anxious, Even, my hand was full of sweat and my grip

told her, mistakenly stumbling my feet in the air instead of a pipe as I felt my back hit the ground with a loud thump, rendering a whine coming out from my mouth, and