Kidnapped 1

Rounak was thirty-five, an Assistant Sales Manager for a popular soap brand for the urban customers. He had been given an assignment to build a distribution network—dealers, stockists, retailers—so the company's newly introduced low-cost soap brand could find a foothold in village markets. He had therefore been working in the rural interiors for the last so many months.

Though only an Assistant Manager, Rounak carried himself like a Senior Manager. His branded shirts, stylish sunglasses, and confident way of speaking impressed the villagers. They assumed he was some high-ranking official, and he never bothered to correct them. If anything, he enjoyed the prestige that image gave him.

On that particular afternoon, he was crossing a narrow river stretch on a small passenger boat. Hardly ten people were aboard, and Rounak sat in a relaxed manner, soaking in the quiet ride. He didn’t pay attention to the three young men—barely twenty—sitting near him, smoking and whispering among themselves.

When the boat docked on the opposite bank, Rounak climbed the ghat steps, heading towards the bus stand. He planned to catch a bus to the nearest town. Suddenly, he felt something hard press against his back. A voice hissed in his ear:

“Don’t move. It’s a gun. Just walk.”

His heart lurched. He kept moving as told. One boy snatched away his briefcase; another slipped a hand into his trouser pockets, relieving him of his wallet and mobile phone. Within seconds, everything valuable was gone.

They led him to a car parked under a tree. The back door opened, and a tall figure in a black burqa stepped out. Without a word, the boys shoved him inside.

Rounak stumbled onto the back seat, only to freeze—another burqa-clad figure was already seated there, holding a pistol aimed squarely at his chest. A third person, also veiled under a burqa, sat in the front passenger seat, beside a masked driver.

Before he could gather his wits, the first figure slid in after him, pushing him to the middle. The car roared to life. The three young men who had grabbed him simply melted away with his belongings.

The vehicle sped deeper into the countryside, bumping violently over rough terrain. Rounak knew these parts—he had once been warned by a local dealer never to venture into the jungle belt beyond. Now that was exactly where he was being taken.

The two burqa-clad figures on either side of him pressed in close, gripping his arms firmly. The pistol was passed to the woman in the front, who turned around and kept it leveled at him. Someone shoved a black hood over his head, blotting out all light. Thick rope bit into his wrists as they bound his hands tightly.

Rounak was small-built—barely 5’3”, 63 kilos—and sandwiched between his captors, he felt dwarfed. They were big, broad-shouldered, and easily a head taller.

Then came the shock. They spoke—and their voices were unmistakably female. All three were women.

“You’ve been kidnapped,” one said coldly. “Your company will pay. Until then, don’t try to be clever. One wrong move and we pull the trigger.”

The drive lasted forty-five endless minutes before the car finally screeched to a halt. Rounak was dragged out roughly. His shoes scraped against uneven ground.

And then, without warning, he felt strong arms cinch tightly around his waist. A shoulder dug into his stomach. In one swift motion, he was hoisted up and slung across someone’s shoulder like a sack of grain. His head bobbed helplessly against her back as she carried him away into the unknown.

Now is the time to introduce the main characters in this story:

The kidnappers :

Shanta Devi, the mother (50 yrs, 5’10”, 90 kg) → Large, imposing, commanding presence. Speaks firmly, doesn’t tolerate backtalk. She’s the one who decides Rounak’s fate.


Elder Daughter (30 yrs, 5’10”, 85 kg) → Meena.
Strong, sharp-tongued, and confident. 

Younger Daughter (25 yrs, 5’11”, 85 kg) → Kavita.
Taller and more playful. 

Protagonist → Rounak (35 yrs, 5’3”, 63 kg)
Flashy city Assistant Sales Manager, suddenly reduced to a helpless captive. His embarrassment deepens when he realizes he’s in the clutches of women who are much bigger and stronger than him.


Shanta Devi’s grip around Rounak’s waist was iron-like. In one swift motion, the towering woman had swung him over her shoulder as if he were nothing more than a sack of rice. His head bobbed helplessly against her back while her broad hands pressed into his thighs, holding him steady. The ropes bit into his wrists, the black hood smothered his sight, and all he could feel was the jolting rhythm of her stride.

Meena walked alongside, one hand on the pistol and the other steadying Rounak’s dangling arm. Kavita followed behind, her laugh low and mocking.

“He’s lighter than I expected, Ma,” Kavita teased, eyeing the way her mother carried him. “For such a big Manager with his shiny sunglasses and polished shoes… he’s like a schoolboy in your arms.”

“Quiet,” Shanta Devi snapped, though there was a faint curl of amusement in her voice. “We’ll talk once he’s inside.”

They reached a tin-roofed structure hidden deep within the trees. The driver turned the car and sped away, while the women hauled their captive into a bare, dimly lit room. Shanta Devi lowered Rounak not gently, but with a thud onto a cot. The hood was yanked off his head, and his eyes blinked furiously against the sudden light of a lantern.

He stared in shock. Three tall women stood over him, burqas discarded, revealing faces both stern and striking. Their size was intimidating—each a head taller than him, broad-shouldered and strong-armed.

Meena leaned down, her hand gripping his chin. “So this is the big Senior Manager, hm? Dressed like a boss, walking like a boss… but look at him now.” She gave his cheek a playful pat that stung. “Such a small man.”

Kavita, standing at his side, reached down without warning and scooped him up into her arms, cradling him as if he were a child. Rounak squirmed, humiliated, but the ropes and her sheer strength made resistance useless.

“See, Didi,” Kavita laughed, rocking him slightly, “he fits so easily! And he’s blushing too. What kind of man turns red just because he’s in a girl’s arms?”

“Enough of your games,” Shanta Devi barked, though her eyes lingered on the scene. “Tie him properly. If he tries anything, remember we still have the gun.”

Meena and Kavita obeyed, though not without further mischief. When they laid him back on the cot, Meena deliberately sat beside him, pressing her weight so he could not move. Kavita tugged his legs into her lap, testing his size.

“He’s like nothing,” Meena remarked with a sly smile. “Ma, are you sure the company will pay ransom for such a tiny man? Maybe we should keep him as our pet instead.”

Rounak’s protests were cut short when Kavita’s hand clamped lightly over his mouth. “Shh,” she whispered teasingly, “toys don’t argue.”

For the first time, a cold realization settled over Rounak: he was at the mercy of three women who were not only larger and stronger, but also seemed to be enjoying his helplessness.

Once Rounak was dumped back on the cot, Meena and Kavita quickly tied his ankles with thick rope. The knots were rough and tight; he winced as the coarse hemp scraped his skin.

“No slipping away in the middle of the night,” Meena muttered, tugging the rope harder for good measure. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Kavita sat cross-legged on the cot near his feet, testing the knot with a satisfied nod. “Even if he tried hopping away,” she said with a mischievous grin, “he wouldn’t get far. He’s too small to outrun us.”

Shanta Devi returned with a metal plate of food—coarse chapatis, dal, and vegetables. She set it on a stool, then looked sternly at her daughters. “One of you feed him. His hands are tied.”

Meena smirked and picked up a piece of chapati, scooping some dal onto it. She leaned forward and pressed it against Rounak’s lips. “Eat,” she ordered. “And don’t think about spitting it out. You’ll need strength, or you won’t last.”

Rounak hesitated, humiliated at being hand-fed like a child, but hunger gnawed at him. Slowly, he chewed and swallowed. Kavita giggled and took her turn, tearing off a bigger piece and pushing it into his mouth. “Open wide,” she teased. “Like a baby bird.”

Between them, they fed him until the plate was empty, ignoring his flushed cheeks and downcast eyes. Shanta Devi stood with arms crossed, watching. “Good. Now one of you stays awake at night. We take turns. If he so much as shifts, tie him tighter.”

Later, as the lantern dimmed and shadows deepened in the hut, Rounak finally spoke, his voice trembling. “Listen… you’ve made a mistake. I’m not who you think. I’m not the Senior Manager. I’m just one of four assistant managers in the branch office. My job is small, for this territory only.”

There was a long silence. Then Meena’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She grabbed him by the collar, pulling his face close. “So you’ve been parading around like some big sahib, making us believe you’re important?”

Before he could reply, her palm struck his cheek with a sharp crack. Kavita followed with a light punch to his arm, more mocking than vicious, but enough to sting.

“Playing tricks with us, eh?” Kavita jeered. “Strutting in your shiny clothes, acting like a boss. We thought we had a big fish, and it turns out you’re just a little minnow.”

Rounak winced, stammering, “I-I never said I was the manager. People just assumed—”

Shanta Devi’s voice cut through, cold and steady. “Enough. Whether you claimed it or not, your arrogance fooled us. A man should be careful of the image he makes.”

The daughters stood back, still fuming. Rounak shrank into the cot, rope-bound and cowed.

After a moment, the three women conferred in low voices. Meena argued they should tell the boys the truth, that the captive wasn’t worth as much. Kavita disagreed, pointing out that the boys didn’t know the difference. Shanta Devi raised her hand, silencing both.

“We say nothing,” she decided. “Those boys will demand the ransom. The company will pay, thinking their important officer is in danger. We won’t correct them.”

Her lips curved into a thin smile. “He may be small, but for us, he is valuable enough.”

Meena sat back down beside him, smirking. “Hear that, little Assistant Manager? You’re still our treasure. But don’t forget—you’re also our toy until the ransom comes.”

Kavita leaned over, playfully tapping his nose. “And toys don’t get to complain.”

Rounak closed his eyes, a chill running through him. Between the ropes, the towering women, and their mocking voices, he realized there would be no escape—not yet.


The ropes around Rounak’s ankles and wrists stayed tight as darkness deepened in the jungle hut. The lantern hissed faintly in the corner, throwing long shadows across the wooden walls. Meena was the first on watch, sitting cross-legged on the cot right beside him, the pistol resting casually in her lap.

“Don’t even think of running,” she warned in a low, cold voice. “Even if you wriggled free, the jungle is full of wild animals. Elephants, snakes, jackals. They would finish you before you reached the road.”

Kavita, already lying on a mat, gave a mocking laugh. “He wouldn’t make it ten steps anyway, Didi. Look at his legs—all tied up like a goat. And so small… we all can carry him under one arm.”

Rounak shivered. He knew they weren’t bluffing; he’d heard local dealers warn about these forests before.

The night wore on in slow stretches. Every three hours, the women rotated—Meena first, then Kavita, then Shanta Devi herself. Each time the guard changed, his ropes were checked, tightened if necessary. When it was Shanta Devi’s turn, she sat firmly on the cot and pulled him against her lap, his head pressed under her heavy arm.

“You will stay quiet,” she murmured, her deep voice carrying more menace than shouting could. “If I feel you move wrong, you will not see the morning.”

The humiliation didn’t end there. Sometime near dawn, Rounak whispered hoarsely that he needed the bathroom. Meena was on duty then. She called for her sister, who went and stood guard outside. Meena picked him up in her cradle like a baby and carried him outside the hut to a small outhouse with a concrete commode.

“Stand up straight,” Meena ordered. She placed him before the commode like a doll, his balance wobbly from the ropes. Without hesitation, Kavita crouched and tugged his trousers and underwear down to his knees. Rounak’s face burned with shame, but his tied hands left him helpless.

“You have two minutes,” Meena said coldly, turning her back. “Do your work. We will wait right here at the door.”

The two women stood guard just outside, their tall frames blocking the exit, while Rounak hurried through his miserable task. When he mumbled that he was done, they returned briskly—Kavita yanked his clothes back up, Meena tightened the knot on his wrist rope again—and without another word, Kavita hoisted him up in her arms cradling him and carried him back to the cot.

“See?” Kavita teased, settling him down with a pat on the cheek. “Even nature’s call depends on us. You can’t do a thing without our help.”

Meena smirked. “And don’t forget it. You are not a manager here—you’re just our little prisoner.”

Rounak closed his eyes, a wave of helplessness washing over him. Outside, the jungle growled with unseen creatures. Inside, three powerful women made sure he was never out of their control for a moment.

Morning broke with a pale golden light seeping through the gaps in the tin walls. The jungle outside was already alive with birdcalls, but inside the hut the atmosphere stayed tense. Rounak lay bound on the cot, eyes half-shut, when Shanta Devi strode in, her heavy steps shaking the wooden floor.

“Wake up,” she commanded. With one hand, she pulled him upright, then without warning bent down, wrapped her strong arms around his waist, and hoisted him clean off the cot. Rounak gasped as his feet dangled above the floor, his small body pinned to her broad chest.

“See how light you are,” Shanta Devi said grimly, carrying him across the room and setting him down on a wooden stool. “I can lift you like a bundle of sticks.”

Meena was already preparing tea on a kerosene stove. She glanced over her shoulder and smirked. “Ma, don’t spoil him with so much attention. He’s not a guest—he’s ransom money.”

“Ransom money that barely weighs sixty kilos,” Kavita added with a laugh. She walked over, scooped Rounak up herself in a sudden cradle lift, and rocked him like a child. “Hmm… maybe fifty-five. Look, Didi, I can hold him with one arm.” She shifted him easily, letting one of her arms support most of his body while his tied wrists pressed against her chest.

“Put me down!” Rounak protested, writhing in shame, but Kavita only chuckled and bounced him lightly. “Shhh… be quiet, baby manager.”

Shanta Devi’s voice cut through the laughter. “Enough games. We must plan. Those boys will be calling the company today. They think we have the top manager.”

Meena nodded, setting the tea down. She walked over, grabbed Rounak by the collar, and pulled his face close. “But we know the truth. He’s just an Assistant Manager. If we tell the boys, they’ll lower the ransom. So we won’t tell them. Let the company pay the big amount.”

Kavita plopped Rounak down on the cot again, giving him a teasing pat on the cheek. “Hear that, little sahib? Even if you are small, you’re still worth a fortune to us.”

Shanta Devi folded her arms. “The boys will make the call. We stay silent. Until the ransom comes, this man stays tied. If he causes trouble, we tighten the ropes. If he tries to run, the jungle will deal with him.”

Meena leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper meant to sting. “And until then, we carry you, feed you, and mock you. That is your new life.”

Rounak’s heart pounded. He was utterly helpless, completely at their mercy—and each woman seemed to enjoy proving it, one effortless lift at a time.


By mid-morning, the hut was quiet except for the chirping outside and the clink of utensils inside. Rounak sat hunched on the cot, wrists and ankles bound tight. His shoulders ached, his pride even more so.

Finally, unable to hold it in, he looked up at the three women.

“Please,” he said, his voice small, “loosen the ropes. Just a little. I promise I won’t try to escape. I know I can’t run through this jungle. There are wild animals… snakes… I won’t survive ten steps on my own.”

Kavita, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, burst into laughter. She sprang up and in one smooth motion scooped Rounak off the cot, slinging him across her hip like he was no heavier than a toddler.

“Listen to him, Ma,” she teased, bouncing him slightly. “He admits he’s too scared to run! Afraid of snakes, afraid of the dark, afraid of everything. He’s like a little boy begging his sisters not to tie him up.”

Meena walked over, flicked his forehead lightly, and said, “And what stops you from lying? Men like you promise anything when they’re weak. Then, the moment our backs are turned, you’ll crawl away.”

“No, no!” Rounak protested, wincing as Kavita shifted him into a cradle carry. “I swear! I won’t! I can’t survive out there alone.”

Shanta Devi, who had been stirring a pot of dal, finally turned to look. Her expression was unreadable. She wiped her hands on her sari and came closer. Her towering figure loomed over the two.

“You want your hands free?” she said slowly. “Then earn it. Convince us you are no threat.”

Kavita chuckled and sat down with Rounak still in her arms, rocking him as though soothing a child. “Convince us, little sahib. Show us that you’re harmless.”

Rounak stammered, “I… I’m not strong like you. Look at me—I’m small. I can’t fight three of you. I can’t even fight one of you.”

Meena smirked, squatting down so her face was level with his. “True. Even my younger sister can carry you like a doll. Imagine what I could do.”

Without warning, she slipped her arms under him and lifted him clean off Kavita’s lap. With a grunt of mock effort, she swung him into a fireman’s carry over her broad shoulders.

“See?” Meena said, pacing slowly around the hut with Rounak hanging helplessly. “He’s light enough to take for a morning walk. Does this look like a man who can escape us?”

Kavita clapped her hands in amusement. Shanta Devi’s lips twitched—almost a smile.

After a few rounds, Meena dumped him back on the cot, his face red with embarrassment.

Shanta Devi finally spoke. “We’ll free your hands when it’s time to eat. Not before. Legs will stay tied. You’re too small to run, true—but you’re also too foolish to trust. Until ransom comes, you remain our prisoner.”

Meena leaned close, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead mockingly. “So stop pleading. Accept your fate. You belong to us for now.”

Kavita tapped his cheek playfully. “Yes, our little captive manager. Hands and legs tied… but always carried when we wish.”

Rounak swallowed hard. He knew then that he would not win their mercy. They enjoyed his helplessness far too much.


Noon sun slanted through the bamboo shutters. The pot of dal and rice was steaming. Rounak sat on the cot, wrists freed just enough to move but ankles still tightly bound. Meena sat behind him on the cot, holding him steady like one holds a child, while Kavita scooped food with her fingers and pushed each morsel gently into his mouth.

“Open,” she teased, “good boy.”

Rounak blushed crimson, trying not to meet anyone’s eyes. Every swallow was humiliation. Shanta Devi watched from the corner, her arms folded, expression unreadable, though every so often her lips twitched with amusement.

When he tried to feed himself, Meena quickly pinned his wrists down. “Did we give permission? Sit quiet. Let us take care of you.”

By the time the plate was empty, his face was damp with sweat and shame. His voice cracked when he spoke.

“Please… I beg you… untie me fully. I won’t run. I swear it. I can’t even think of leaving—the jungle, the animals—no one can survive outside. Please… I’m not a child. Please…”

His words trembled, almost a sob.

The three women exchanged glances. Kavita leaned close to her sister and whispered, loud enough for him to hear, “Look, the city babu will cry any moment. Shall we?”

Meena chuckled, “But what if he lies? We can’t risk.”

It was then that Kavita’s eyes sparkled with a new idea. She clapped her hands once.

“I know! Let’s strip him of all clothes. As it is, he has no shoes—we hid them. If he has no trousers, no shirt, not even underwear—will he dare to step outside? A city gentleman, running through the jungle fully naked? Impossible!”

Her laughter rang through the hut. Meena burst out laughing too, holding her stomach.

Shanta Devi frowned, waving her hand. “Arre, what are you saying? He’s a young man, and you two are young girls. How can we keep him naked in the house? Have some shame.”

But Meena wasn’t done. “Then, Ma, let’s compromise. We’ll make him wear one of our clothes. He’ll still look ridiculous and won’t dare to run.”

Kavita tilted her head, pretending to think. “But our salwars will be too loose. They’ll slip right off his tiny frame.”

Meena nodded, eyes glinting with mischief. “Two options then: we make him wear a saree—without blouse, without underskirt—or… we dig out one of our old frocks from school days. I think I still have one. And maybe a girl’s panty too.”

The two sisters collapsed in laughter, imagining it. Kavita added between giggles, “Imagine him, Ma, tiptoeing in a frock, trying to run in the jungle. Even the wild animals will stop to laugh!”

Shanta Devi tried to hold her sternness but finally chuckled too, shaking her head. “You devils…!”

Rounak’s face went pale. He looked from one woman to the other, horrified. “No… please, don’t… this is too much…”

But the women were no longer listening to his protests. They were already debating which punishment would be more humiliating—and more secure.


(To be continued….)