A love story which is like a wired ear phones, tengled yet inseparable
It was a song without melody
A dance without steps
a book with torn pages
It was the end but with a new beginning
A sunrise after sunset
Incomplete, yet complete
Their love...
~~Gumnam hain koyee Badnam hain koyee Kisko khabar kaun hain woh Anjan hain koyee~~
1 month later
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Reaching the office room she turned the doorknob the creaking of the wooden door echoed through the deserted hallway as she slipped inside finally she got the perfect chance to uncover the truth
her slender figure enveloped by the darkness. The faint moonlight filtering through the grimy windows cast eerie shadows on the walls making her feel like an intruder in a forgotten world
Her footsteps were light deliberate and calculated the soft rustle of her clothes the only sound breaking the silence She moved with a purpose her deep blue eyes on the large ornate picture frame dominating the wall The portrait of a stern-faced man seemed to watch her his eyes following her every move
Without hesitation she approached the picture after placing her black bag on the office table
her fingers tracing the intricate carvings on the frame as she lifted it off the wall and the sound of shifting weight echoed through the room
Behind the picture a small locker was revealed its metal surface gleaming in the faint light the locker's combination lock seemed to taunt her challenging her to uncover its secrets
She pressed the button on the locker and the keypad beeped softly as she typed in the password. The locker's mechanism clicked open revealing a stack of old newspaper clippings yellowed with age lay stacked on top of a pile of papers.
Headlines screamed of tragedy and scandal
"Family Heir Missing " "Mysterious Death of royal Family" and "Mahavir Singh Chandravanshi the new king of rajasthan "
Her gaze settled on a silver key partially hidden beneath the papers. It gleamed in the dim light its intricate design suggesting it unlocked more than just a door
Next to the key old tape recordings and pendrives filled a small compartment A small label on one of the pendrives caught her eye "conversations "
She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of the locker's contents documenting every item.
Then she reached into her pocket and extracted a pair of rubber gloves.
She slipped on the gloves the latex stretching to fit her hands The sound of the gloves snapping into place seemed loud in the silence
With her hands now protected she picked up the pendrive and walked towards her bag She took out her laptop inserting the pendrive into it Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed in a series of commands
The screen flickered to life displaying a progress bar as the laptop began transferring the contents of the pendrive
"Transferring files... 34% complete..." the screen read
