Shadowed Obsession: The devil's waltz of obsession

❀5. Footsteps❀

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After Dev left, Anya felt the urge to go home, but work still demanded her attention. She glanced at the clock-9 p.m.-and everyone was gone except for Nisha.

Walking back into the conference room, she found her secretary making some final adjustments.

"How's the presentation looking for the meeting with Mr. khurana?" Anya asked, settling into her chair.

Nisha looked up, her fingers still tapping on her laptop. "I'ts coming together nicely, but a few slides need refining. The visuals are a bit cluttered."

Anya frowned, staring at the screen. "That's not going to work. Mr. Khurana hates anything too flashy...he wants it straightforward and clean."

"I've streamlined most of it," Nisha said.
"But with you not being here tomorrow, I just want to make sure it's perfect for you."

Anya smiled, appreciating Nisha's dedication. "I trust you to handle it. Just make sure everything is on point."

"Absolutely, Miss Shekhawat. I'll make sure it's flawless," Nisha replied warmly.

They spent another thirty minutes finalizing the changes. Anya insisted on double-checking everything until it was perfect, even as the clock ticked on. When they finally wrapped up, it was well past 10 p.m.

Nisha closed her laptop, stifling a yawn. "Alright, I think we're all set."

As they left the building and reached the garage, Nisha waved before driving away, leaving Anya alone.

She approached her car, patting her pockets for her keys, but they weren't there. A sudden wave of panic hit her as she frantically searched her handbag, coat pockets-nothing.

Her heart started racing.
"I had them... I know I did," she muttered to herself, retracing her steps mentally.

Just as she began to panic, the garage lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the concrete floor. Footsteps echoed in the distance-heavy, deliberate.

Anya's breath hitched as she looked around. There was no one else in the garage. She took a few steps back from her car, every muscle in her body on edge.

The footsteps grew louder, closer. Her pulse quickened, panic rising in her throat as she scanned the area, searching for the source.

Suddenly, her eyes landed on the ground-there, just beneath the shadow of her car, lay her keys.

Relief surged through her. She snatched them up and quickly unlocked her car, jumping inside. Her hands trembled as she started the engine.

She could still hear the footsteps, but they were fading now, growing distant. Someone had been watching her, but who?

The drive home was nerve-wracking. She kept glancing in the rearview mirror, the paranoia of being followed gnawing at her.

Just when she started to relax, the car jerked to a halt. She cursed under her breath. Getting out to check the problem, she found one of the tires punctured-completely flat.