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"In the silence of broken bonds, we find the truth we were too afraid to face." ~authormazeen
Welcome to the 22nd Chapter... _________________________
PRE-CAP:
Amidst the enchanting night at The Brewery London ballroom, a mysterious masquerade swap dance unfolded, where six masked figures swayed to the rhythm of fate. Like marionettes controlled by destiny, they moved gracefully, each one playing a hidden role. Behind every mask lay secrets, jealousy, and tension, waiting to erupt as the night wore on.
Three men and three women, their faces concealed, danced in step with destiny's string-pulling. Two of the men couldn't mask their growing jealousy for the women they held closest, their best friends. Meanwhile, a couple's whispered argument simmered with intensity, the weight of unspoken truths pushing them closer to breaking.
The ballroom buzzed with anticipation as the dancers moved to the rhythm, already in the midst of their mysterious dance. With each step, the atmosphere thickened, the tension almost palpable. Whispers, stolen glances, and fleeting touches heightened the thrill of the unknown, as the dancers swayed in time, oblivious to the forces of fate pulling their strings. Each movement was a delicate balance of excitement and unease, as they remained unaware of the revelations destiny had in store for them. The night was far from over, and the masquerade was only just beginning to unravel its secrets.
Then, with the next whistle, destiny pulled harder on its strings. Partners changed again, but this time, the shift came with a heavier force, a deliberate nudge from fate itself. The night was just beginning, and with every new pairing, a storm of emotions brewed beneath the surface. Who would be the first to break? And when the masks finally came off, would the truths revealed be more than any of them could handle?
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CONTINUE...
The ballroom thrummed with energy, the air thick with anticipation as the third whistle blew, signaling yet another partner swap in the midst of the mysterious masquerade dance. In one corner, two men stood glaring at each other, their gazes flicking back and forth like a pendulum between their best friends—two women, each unaware of the brewing tension around them.
Armaan felt a rush of relief as he got Ruhi as his partner, the woman he'd secretly wished to dance with all night. He could hardly contain his excitement as she stepped forward, her eyes lighting up the dimly lit ballroom. However, Rajveer's irritation was palpable. He groaned inwardly as he was paired with none other than Akanksha Dutta—a girl he'd rather avoid, whom he had nicknamed 'Kankad,' a nod to her seemingly unyielding nature. Akanksha had just been swapped from Advait, who now found himself partnered with none other than the elusive Avantika Raichand, Rajveer's long-lost childhood friend.
