𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐚|𝟏𝟖+

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English is my third language, so you will find grammatical errors in the book, feel free to point out so that I can correct those.

I'd need you guys to vote and comment so that it can encourage me.

Constructive criticism is appreciated, I'd definitely like to know what flaw I've, but it would be better if you're polite. Writing is not a profession for me. I do it for timepass so please don't be rude to me.

Also for the word "Shona and Shona ma" it's a Bengali word, although this generation has ruined this term but for Bengalis this is a term of endearment most used by our mother, father, grandmother, grandfather or guardians to call us. Please refrain from making it related to those cringe stuff.

Dida: a term used for maternal grandmother in Bengali.

The pronunciation for the name Oindrila is.
Oh-in-dree-la

𝙹𝚄𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙵𝚃𝙷

The dimly lit room was filled with the constant click of the keyboard, the only light source being the flickering computer screens that illuminated a girls focused face.

Her onyx eyes, were concentrated on the lines of code scrolling down the screen.

Each line of text reflected in her black square rimmed glasses, which perched delicately on the bridge of her buttoned nose. She pushed them up slightly with her short squoval nails, polished with a transparent gloss and adorned with a pristine French tip, before her fingers flew back to the keyboard.

Her fingers moved across the keys with an almost hypnotic rhythm, the sound of clicking keys audible in the otherwise silent room. A red sacred thread tied around her right wrist.

Her black, voluminous hair, usually sleek and straight, was now pulled into a messy bun that rested heavily against the nape of her neck, a few rebellious strands escaping to frame her face.

She wheeled her task chair closer to the screen, her lips-a natural shade of pink coated with transparent lip gloss-pursing into a small pout as she scrutinized the lines of code. She looked tensed and bothered for some reason.

On the desk beside her, multiple monitors displayed various data streams and security feeds. She glanced at them intermittently.

The girl was dressed casually in an oversized black hoodie. The name "Oindrila Mukherjee" was emblazoned in bold white letters across the back of the hoodie, standing out against the black fabric. The hoodie paired with black shorts, the outfit completed by white ankle-length socks on her feet.

She was none other than Raven. The living nightmare for criminals. She was a master hacker, a genius, known in the deepest corners of the dark web.

Reaching for her mouse, Oindrila right-clicked twice, then leaned back into the soft leather of her task chair, letting out a long, weary sigh. The screen began to show a loading bar, indicating it was going to take some time. She took off her black-rimmed screen protection glasses and closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the strain of hours spent staring at the screen.

Her hands reached for the half-eaten burger resting on the edge of her cluttered desk. She took a bite from it and slowly munched on it.

Blinking her eyes open, she glanced at the loading bar, which had only reached 5%. She stretched her neck from side to side, feeling the satisfying crack of her stiff muscles. Her eyes shifted to the wall clock. It read half past two. She realized she had been sitting there for more than six hours, surviving on a single burger that was now gone. Taking the small bottle of sanitizer, she squeezed some amount of it on her plam, rubbing them together.