Previously known as ' Always & Forever '
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"Why is it that everyone perceives you as a myth?" he inquired, curiosity lacing his voice.
She responded, her tone laced with a hint of amusement, "It is because they are gripped by suc...
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Flashback In the dimly lit room, the air was heavy with a sense of foreboding. Ezekiel Harenzyade, the enigmatic Godfather of the underworld, sat at the head of a long table, his presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure. The remnants of the clandestine meeting lingered in the air, whispers of danger and treachery that danced on the fringes of perception.
Silence enveloped the room as Ezekiel's piercing gaze swept across the faces of the assembled criminals. His eyes, sharp as daggers, missed nothing, assessing their loyalty and resolve. One by one, he dismissed them, and the atmosphere grew palpably tense as the room emptied, leaving only Ezekiel and the cloaked figure lingering in the shadows.
As if sensing her presence, Ezekiel's eyes locked onto the dark corner of the room, a place where the feeble light struggled to penetrate. His voice, smooth yet laced with authority, broke the silence, reverberating through the room.
"You can come out now," he commanded, his tone carrying an undercurrent of both recognition and caution. He knew this woman, and he understood the depths of her capabilities. In the underworld, her name struck fear into the hearts of even the most hardened criminals.
A figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the dim light that cast a halo of mystery around her. It was Kali, a force of darkness in her own right. Her eyes, pools of abyssal intensity, met Ezekiel's unwavering gaze. There was a history between them, a shared past shrouded in secrets and uncertainty.
Wordlessly, Kali took a seat opposite Ezekiel, her movements deliberate and calculated. Her presence exuded an aura of danger, a silent storm lurking beneath her composed facade. A cigarette materialized between her fingers, the tendrils of smoke coiling upward, further obscuring her enigmatic visage.
Ezekiel leaned back, his voice a low rumble that carried the weight of a thousand untold stories. "I have a job for you," he declared, his words brimming with a gravity that hung heavy in the air. He knew that only Kali possessed the skill, the cunning, to undertake the task he was about to propose.
The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting Kali's response. She took a long drag from her cigarette, the ember glowing brightly as her eyes flickered with a mix of intrigue and guarded familiarity.
"I need you to become Mira's shadow," Ezekiel continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "She is facing threats that even my network cannot fully comprehend. You, Kali, possess the ability to navigate the darkness, to protect her from those who would seek to harm her."
Kali's eyes narrowed, the intensity within them burning like an inferno. A flicker of recognition passed between them, a shared understanding of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
"And what do I gain from this, Ezekiel?" Kali inquired, her voice a husky whisper that carried a hint of challenge. She knew that her involvement would come at a cost, and she would not be swayed easily.
