#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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The morning was bright—light rays peeking through the beige curtains of Aadhisha's vintage room directly on her face, making her groan—and the noise of the alarm blaring too increased her irritation to new heights.
She knew she was supposed to wake—details were supposed to be taken to Shivaay's study room—ugh—she turned away, covering her face in the comforter, remembering the night's fiesta that she created for herself, unable to control the lust.
After rolling around in bed with the blaring noise of the clock, she finally decided to throw off the comforter to wake up, sitting in bed with a messy bird nest. Getting down, she was about to wear her bed slippers when—
*knock—knock—*
Aadhisha groaned deeply, going to open the door with her faltering stamina due to heavy sleep—opening the door to see the butler Chakrapani's face, At this point, she resented this man for disturbing her moments.
"What again, Chakrapani?!"
She whined, looking at the butler, but his expression on the contrary was unfathomable as he saw Aadhisha still in the night dress. This attire of hers scared him, as it was already late and his mahir-sa had called her a long time ago.
"What are you still doing in this attire, miss?!"
He wallowed, screaming at her at a slightly high pitch. Adhisha looked at him as if he were going completely mad. I am habituated to groaning already because of that, Raizada. I might even learn to murder because of this turban head!
Sighing, she leaned on the door frame, looking at Chakrapani with those tired and grumpy-looking eyes;
"Why are you so worried, turban—its just 7:30 in the morning!"
Chakrapani lost it.
"Where in the day 7:30 miss—its 11:45 in the mid morning! Do you know how many times I have come to knock the door?! Here, I thought you were sick or—"
Now it was Aadhisha's turn to give a very horrifying expression; her mouth went to the top from zero to infinity on the y-graph, her eyes wide like saucers.
"Ay, turban head stopping lying—"
Aadhisha tried contradicting him until her attention ended up going towards the clock hanging bedside the door frame—it was really 11:45 in the morning...
She stood there facepalming herself, more like hitting her forehead, with a crying face—I should not have tried to change the sheets yesterday night ahaha...
"Chakrapani, what am I supposed to do now...?"
She gulped, looking at the turban head;
"Go! Get ready—"
Before Chakrapani could complete his sentence, his phone started ringing—looking at the caller ID, he gulped, looking at Aadhisha, and she could immediately understand who it was.
