The Kidnapping I Story By Shreyash, Sambhaji Nagar

The Hero -Part 3 -The Kidnapping 

The story is in continuation of the part 2 of The Hero

Arpit’s Awakening

It was midnight. Arpit had woken up to drink water, and the jar was near the window. He stood up, took his stick, and walked toward the jar. It was very dark—the moon was hidden behind the clouds, making it even darker. He reached for the jar.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps. Arpit turned around, but there was nothing. He drank the water and was about to go back to bed when a strong person struck him on the shoulder from behind. Arpit fell unconscious.

The person was about the same age as Arpit and wore a dark purple shirt and black pants. His face was covered with a black mask and a black sports cap. His eyes were deep green, and he carried something like a stick or sword on his back.

Arpit, along with his stick, was supposed to fall, but the person caught both. His reflexes were swift. He gently placed Arpit’s stick on the floor and carried Arpit on his back.

As he was about to leave the dormitory, he noticed a letter—the red ink on it was glowing brightly. He picked it up and left the dormitory through the window.

The next day, everyone at the orphanage was shocked to discover that Arpit was missing, especially Mr. Gupta and Aarav. Early in the morning, they went to the police station to report that a child had gone missing from the orphanage. Aarav had accompanied Mr. Gupta.

The orphanage felt empty to Aarav now that Arpit was gone. He sat at the table where they used to sit together, and wandered into the garden, sitting alone in the shade of the tree—without his best friend. Aarav missed Arpit deeply.

Meanwhile, Arpit opened his eyes in a laboratory. The walls and ceiling were completely white. There was a lot of equipment and other unfamiliar objects around him. He was lying on a table, with many wires attached to his body.

As he woke up, he pulled the wires off. In front of him stood Dr. Vishak, who was writing something in his notebook.

“Here you are, boy! Do you know what time it is? You’ve been unconscious since eight o’clock,” he said.

“Where am I? What? Why are you with me? Did you kidnap me because I didn’t come with you that day?” Arpit asked, confused.

“Cool down, kid!” he replied. “Why are you making such a fuss? I’ll tell you everything. But first, put your shirt on—here, take this.” He handed Arpit his shirt, and Arpit quickly put it on.

“Now tell me—did you read the letter Mr. Gupta gave you?” asked Dr. Vishak.

“Letter? Oh yes… I forgot to read it. What was in it?” said Arpit.

“Oh! Now I get it. That’s why you didn’t come with me that day! You hadn’t read the letter,” he said, shaking his head.

“What was in that letter?” Arpit asked.

“The story about who you are!” said Dr. Vishak. “Where did you keep it?” he asked.

“It’s in my desk drawer,” Arpit replied.

“Nope! It’s with me, Doctor,” said a faint voice.

Arpit turned around. A girl was sitting behind him on a chair, eating an apple. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders, and her deep green eyes sparkled. She wore the same outfit as the person who had kidnapped him the night before—only the mask and cape were missing. Arpit was shocked to realize that he had been kidnapped by a simple-looking girl.

“Since when have you been sitting here?” Arpit asked.

“About ten minutes before you woke up,” she replied.

“Was it you who kidnapped me last night?” Arpit asked.

“Hmm… yes, it was me. But now, stop asking questions. Take this letter and read it,” she said, handing him the letter.

He opened the letter. It read:

Hello, dear Arpit,

I am your father’s friend—and your uncle. You are a remarkable person, born to do great things. Your father and I were both orphans; we grew up in Mr. Gupta’s orphanage.

Your father was an extraordinary man. He became one of the most successful businessmen in the city. But one of his competitors, driven by jealousy, began threatening him. When your father refused to give in to the fear, they hired a gang to eliminate him.

It happened on the night you were born in the hospital. Sadly, your mother passed away while giving birth to you. That same night, the gang attacked your father. Before they could reach him, he handed you to me. I ran. The gang succeeded in their mission… and some of them chased me afterward, as the nurse later told me.

I managed to escape and reached my home safely. But I knew you wouldn’t be safe with me for long. So, I wrote this letter and created a dummy of you to confuse anyone tracking us. Then, I took you to the orphanage and left you at the gate.

Your parents had already decided to name you Arpit, so I told Mr. Gupta your name. I hoped you would live a peaceful and happy life.

Your dear uncle,
Sanjay Gupta