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.

I saw some

his men

and then they left off, as I quickly went back, knocking on the door, "Who's

she opened the door in no

am glad you came, " She

right, Marcello's men are everywhere I somehow managed to escape from their eyes, " I told her, noticing her

"Now, what?" She asks.

will take Esha with me till I go and bring some help for you,

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

we got interrupted by a hard knock on the door, and the voice followed by it just scared the shit

care to

scared as fuck. I run over to the balcony to see if there is any way I can go out. I saw the pipe going down near the railing from where I can go down easily and thankfully even if I fell from here at least I have

the door!" His voice was clearly showing how impatient

"What now?!"

is Esha?"

the room, " She replies,

bringing Esha in my arms, she looked, confused but didn't ask me

out of your mind?!" She asks, yelling silently

baby girl in my arms, "Just hold me tightly, okay?" She

will

is

"But-"

door before he gets more doubt. Esha is safe with me, " I

like a monkey on a pipe,

to hear us, " Yes, sort of, just don't slip your grip off

smiled, brightly with

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

hear Anjali's voice but I could clearly listen to Marcello's as he was just above me, he asked about Esha,

my 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 was

I felt my back hit the ground with a loud thump, rendering