An hour had already passed...
Author's POV
Amy and Henry spent time talking and wandering in the room. Henry noticed Amy staring at the picture again.. So, he approached her and asked,
"Why are you staring at the picture again?"
"I don't know... I just feel I've seen her.."
"Whyy?"
"I don't knowwww"
Henry and Amy stared at the photograph for a moment longer, their curiosity piqued by the unsettling realization that they had seen the woman before. Amy’s eyes widened in realization as the pieces of the puzzle started to come together in her mind. She turned to Henry, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion.
"She’s Vihaan’s mother," Amy repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Henry frowned, his mind racing to catch up. "But… how can that be? Vihaan never mentioned anything about his mother working here, let alone her being part of something so… eerie."
Amy nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on the photo as she tried to piece together what this could mean. "Maybe he didn’t want to talk about it. But it’s more than that. Something’s not right, Henry. Why would her picture be here, in a room like this, with those dates…?"
Henry moved closer to the photo, studying it with a more critical eye. "And why would Vihaan's mother have passed away over a hundred years ago? This doesn’t add up."
Amy’s breath caught in her throat as another realization hit her. "What if… what if this place has more secrets than we thought? What if Vihaan’s involvement isn’t just about being a part of this theater? Maybe… maybe he’s connected to something much bigger. Something that spans generations."
Henry's eyes widened as he processed her words. The room suddenly felt colder, the eerie atmosphere pressing in on them with a new intensity. "Are you saying… Vihaan might know something about all of this? About why we’re here?"
Amy nodded, her mind now racing with possibilities. "Yes. Maybe he knows more than he’s letting on. Maybe we’re not just here by chance, Henry. Maybe this whole thing is part of something much bigger—a mystery that Vihaan’s mother was somehow connected to."
Henry turned to face Amy, his expression serious. "If that’s true, we need to find out more. We can’t just sit here and wait for things to happen to us. We need to take control and figure out what’s really going on."
Amy agreed, a newfound determination replacing her earlier fear. "But how? Vihaan won’t just tell us if we ask him outright. We need to be smart about this. We need to find clues, dig deeper."
Henry glanced around the room, his mind already formulating a plan. "We start here. This room must have more to it than just this photo. Let’s look around, see if there’s anything that can help us figure out the connection between Vihaan’s mother and this place."
Amy nodded, and together they began to search the room, their earlier tensions forgotten in the face of this new, mysterious mission. As they moved through the shadows, their minds were focused on one thing: uncovering the truth about Vihaan’s mother and the Indian Devils Theater. Little did they know, the answers they sought would lead them down a path more dangerous and twisted than they could have ever imagined.
They exchanged a determined look before beginning their search. The room was dimly lit and dusty, as if it hadn’t been disturbed in years. They rummaged through old shelves, overturned drawers, and scanned every inch of the space, hoping to uncover anything that could shed light on the mysterious woman in the photo.
After what felt like hours, Henry pulled out a small, hidden compartment from the back of a drawer. Inside were two old, leather-bound diaries. The covers were worn, the pages yellowed with age, but the handwriting inside was still legible. Henry handed one to Amy, and they both sat down on the cold floor to read.
Amy opened the first diary and read aloud,
“This belongs to Vihaan’s grandmother… She was the Mafia Queen.”Henry's eyes widened.
"A What??"
"A MAFIA QUEEN" She repeated.
"You’ve got to be kidding me."
Amy continued reading, flipping through the pages with growing fascination. The entries detailed the life of Vihaan’s grandmother, a woman who ruled with an iron fist, feared and respected in the underworld. As Amy read on, she discovered that Vihaan’s mother was her successor.
“Vihaan’s mother followed in her footsteps,” Amy said, her voice a mix of awe and apprehension.
“But it looks like the mantle of Mafia Queen has been passed on again… to someone else.”
Henry’s attention was drawn to the next page in the diary, which bore a chilling entry written in bold, stark letters: Present Mafia Queen: Black Obsidian Boss.
“There’s no more information,” Amy said, flipping through the remaining pages.
“It just ends here."
Henry leaned back against the wall, processing what they had just uncovered.
"So, Vihaan’s mother and grandmother were both Mafia Queens, and now there’s someone new in charge… the Black Obsidian Boss. But who could that be? And why is Vihaan keeping all this a secret?"
Amy shook her head, her mind racing with unanswered questions. "I don’t know, but this changes everything. We need to be careful, Henry. If this information gets out, it could put us—and Vihaan—in serious danger."
Henry nodded, his expression grim. "We’ll have to tread lightly. For now, we need to figure out what Vihaan knows and why he hasn’t told anyone about his family’s past."
Amy carefully closed the diaries and looked at Henry, concern etched on her face.
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