Asif’s nervous heart pounded hard as he took off his boxers. He tried to overshadow his fear as he kissed Susan again. Susan, lying naked on his bed, grabbed Asif and hugged him as tight as she could. Asif felt like he’s never made love to a girl before. The sweat on his forehead bore the tags of fear. Susan thought of him being a virgin and went on with her love making spree, kissing Asif all over.
The phone downstairs started ringing. Asif sighed a moment of relief and ran downstairs. Asif picked up his Blackberry and answered the call. “Mr. Asif Mohammad, just stay where you are and listen to me carefully or your girlfriend shall die “, said the person. The voice on the other side was serious and dark. The person spoke with utmost confidence. Asif yelled out, “Who is this? What is going on?”. The voice on the other side repeated the same line again and warned that if Asif didn’t follow then the consequences could be harsh.
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