𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚~𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞 | 𝟐𝟏+

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫|𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 & 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

The driving of the car was smooth-of course it was a limousine; it will be. As Aadhisha was looking at the fading dark skies, where the sun was emerging through the clouds, it gave her a tiny bit of hope in the place she had come to hate.

The limo suddenly took a turn into a dense service road, where both sides of the paths were covered in dense trees, not letting the little bit rising light seep in. Now it was totally dark, which made Aadhisha a little spooky.

The sleek black ghost cruised down the foggy path, the faint glow of neon signs casting an otherworldly hue on the mud road. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension, the air practically crackling with it. At the back, Shivaay was sitting , his steely gaze fixed on the phone. Beside him, Aadhisha sat, looking really creeped up, which Shivaay was obvious to.

Aadhisha couldn't help but steal glances at Shivaay, his chiseled features highlighted by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. She knew better than to underestimate him; his reputation preceded him as a shadowy figure in the underworld with a penchant for power and control. But she also knew she had a ultimatum to accomplish, one that required her to tread carefully, even if it meant riding with the devil himself.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call, Miraya?" Shivaay suddenly spoke on his phone, jolting up the girl who was sitting across from him.

Aadhisha suspiciously arched an eyebrow, looking at Shivaay curiously, trying to make out of conversation with this unknowing Miraya because, in this dark world, having even a small piece of information helped stay on top-who was she to deny the meat piece?

Shivaay chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with the deepest shades of green, his pupils dialiating. "Ah, I see. Well, keep it up in my study. I will take a look at it as soon as I reach..."

The seriousness in his voice was not lost on Aadhisha, and she couldn't help but shiver at the intensity. Suddenly, Shivaay's eyes caught her looking at him. "I know I am handsome, but there is no need to stare like a creep."

Shivaay shot her a sidelong glance, making Aadhisha narrow her eyes at him. "You wound me, Raizada; here I thought you were not delusional."

Aadhisha scoffed with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest, knowing this had definitely irked-his oh-so-big ego; it has not even been like a four hours and she already liked getting on his nerves.

Shivaay clenched his jaw, looking at her with an irritated expression. "Ah, but you are here nonetheless, staring at my face. No?"

Aadhisha scoffed-but weighed her words carefully. She couldn't afford to anger him too much-not Shivaay, of all people-"It's not called staring, Raizada. Its called being observant and I have better things to observe than your face." there she goes.

Shivaay chuckled again, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down Aadhisha's spine. "And what are those better things?"

Aadhisha shot him a glare, her jaw clenched in frustration-but gave him the biggest smile. "See, I am looking for a sign board-maybe the rising sun? Or..."