( I know the initial chapters are short but I'll post the longer ones soon 😭✋
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The private property lay in the shadows among the dense rows of tress, hidden from the world outside. A car, A black Ashton Martin One-77 to be more specific , eased its way through the gates which creaked in protest before clanking shut.
The vehicle moved through the driveway leaving the sound of gravel behind. Not a single soul in sight.
The car came to a stop in front of a warehouse's massive and corroded doors. The headlights of the car flickered off, toning down the surroundings.
A figure clad in black overcoat emerged from the car. As soon as he stepped out, the lights hung upon the warehouse's door flickered highlighting his facial features. He calmly moved towards the doors, the gravel crunching beneath his feet.
Reaching the door he knocked twice and a metallic device appeared with a little screen illuminating a blue light. He observed the outline of a palm traced on the screen, urging him to place his palm on it for identification.
He gently raised his right palm before removing the glove adorned on it and placed it on the screen. The screen flashed with green light and the door to the warehouse creaked open.
The man stepped inside and the doors closed behind him with a loud thud. Passing through a series of towering shelves and crates lined throughout the length of the warehouse, dimly illuminated by the flickering lamps on the walls, he stopped in front of another door.
He pressed a button on his phone and the door knob of the door in front of him slowly started twisted towards right. The door soon swung open revealing a row of stairs going downstairs and towards a dark end.
The man made his way downstairs, the door shutting behind him with a whoosh, leaving the stairs in pure darkness. The man, unbothered by the lack of vision, continued descending down as if he has the route memorised.
After walking for what felt like a lifetime, the stairs revealed a room. The man entered the room, taking off his overcoat and hanging it on the back of a nearby chair.
A faint smile appeared on his face at the sight in front of him revealing several screens, all showing that one person. A dark chuckle echoed in the room, followed by-
"Well hello again, Aarna Roy Singhania."
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Duplicity
Romance𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑭𝑴𝑪 𝒙 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝑴𝑪 "I hate you Elio Sinclair. I hate your existence. Your voice. everything!!" "And I hate you too my sunshine" ----------- "Will you give me the privilege of being your husband by accepting this proposal...
