#1|𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧
In the labyrinth of shadows where the clandestine dance with fate, two souls emerge, each harboring secrets darker than the night that cloaks them. "Inamorata," the cutting-edge opus of intrigue and desire, weaves a tale...
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As the heavy golden-oak doors swung open, the vibrantly lit study of Shivaay Inayat Raizada seemed to dim its temperature further, casting elongated shadows across the room. The devil's imposing figure filled the doorway, his tailored suit exuding power and authority. With a stern expression etched on his face, he strode purposefully into the room, his gaze fixed on the two figures standing before him.
The Chief Security in-command, Daksh Rai, and the Raizada Mining Chief Minister, Miraya Chatterjee, straightened up as their king entered. They knew better than to keep the devil waiting, especially when he had that look in his emerald eyes.
"Mahir-sa," Miraya greeted, her voice sharp yet respectful.
Daksh nodded in agreement, his steely gaze meeting the King's unwaveringly.
Shivaay surveyed the room, his keen eyes missing nothing. His study was a testament to his power, adorned with opulent furnishings and shelves lined with books-though anyone who knew the King understood that his true wealth lay in the secrets he held.
"Have you got the intelligence?" the King demanded, his voice a low rumble that filled the room.
Miraya stepped forward, a manila folder in hand. "Yes, Mahir-sa. I've gathered all the reports you asked for and what you seek lies on the table."
Shivaay took the folder from Miraya's outstretched hand, flipping it open with practiced ease. He scanned the contents, his expression unreadable as he absorbed the details of the mishap six months ago.
"And the black box?" The King inquired, his gaze shifting to the table, There it lay in all it's glory, shining yet covered in dust, There was something recognizable but he decided to get deep while he would be alone.
Daksh reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, producing a small, nondescript device. "Right here, Shivaay. Untouched, just as you ordered the pen drive of the 'SHE' who breached the base."
Shivaay nodded approvingly, his features softening imperceptibly. "Good. Leave it on the desk."
Daksh obeyed without question, carefully placing the black box down with reverence.
Shivaay closed the folder, his attention returning to his two trusted people. "What have you found?"
Miraya cleared her throat, stepping forward to address the devil. "It appears that our suspicions were correct, Mr. Raizada. There's a connection between what happened in Shillong and Nichi-ae-Zanjaar."
Shivaay's jaw tensed at the news, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. He looked at Daksh. "Find out who it is. And when you do... "
Daksh finished the devil's sentence with a chilling certainty. "They will be in one of the play rooms faster than you think, Shavaay."
A tense silence settled over the room as the weight of the King's words hung in the air. In that moment, it was clear to all present that loyalty to Shivaay was not just a choice-it was a matter of life and death.
