The Love is The Pretence.•|Novel 02 Of Dea's Love Series•|🎀

Chapter:01

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Siya's POV:

Life in Singapore presents its challenges, but I have found myself adjusting to the culture here since my departure from India.

The art scene in Singapore is particularly intriguing, with artists creating captivating sculptures that delve into the realm of sensuality.

For me, romance is an emotion that must be experienced before it can be translated into art. Following my graduation, I decided to pursue my childhood dream of becoming a sculptor, and this path has led me to where I am today.

Despite the distance, my sister and closest friend, Shanvi, now resides in Algeriya.

Our online conversations and video chats help bridge the gap between us, keeping our bond strong despite the physical distance.

Currently, I am running my own workshop, juggling multiple projects while also imparting knowledge about the significance of sculpture to my students.

Suddenly, the wind started blowing very fast, I couldn't understand what was happening. Then, in no time, the lights went out. I am currently working in my building workshop because I need to provide students with extra explanation on the project.

So, I decided to shut down the project and come here early in the morning to continue it.

As I was about to go downstairs through the corridor, someone grabbed me from my waist and pulled me forcefully.

My heart raced as I struggled against the unknown assailant, trying to break free from their grip.

Panic set in as I realized I was completely alone, with no one around to hear my cries for help.

I fought with all my strength, kicking and screaming as I tried to escape the clutches of my attacker.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I desperately searched for a way out of the room.

But no matter how hard I tried, the grip on my waist only tightened, making it impossible for me to break free.

Fear consumed me as I realized the gravity of the situation.

Who was this person? What did they want from me? Questions raced through my mind as I struggled to find a way to defend myself and escape from the dark room.

With one final burst of energy, I managed to break free from the grip and sprint towards the door.

His body got the fire alarm to break in the moment and the 🚨 started blowing.

I flung it open and ran down the corridor, not stopping until I reached the safety of the outside world.

Security guards tried to caught him as they were alerted too due to the siren but the attacker ran away from their hold.

The experience left me shaken and terrified, but I knew I had to gather my wits and figure out what had just happened.

As I made my way home, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of being followed.

The events of few moments back would haunt me for days to come, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

But one thing was for certain - I would never forget the feeling of being forcefully pulled into that dark room, and the fear that gripped me in its icy embrace.

After running inside the house, I quickly closed the door to my room and the main door of my house.

Once I had locked them, I took a deep breath and entered my room.