Snow White And The Seven Dorks

Prologue

                                                                 Prologue

It is the middle of the night . The Bowes Park Railway Station of London , which is generally bustling with people , looks abandoned at this moment . There is no sign of life , except for a train which comes to a screeching halt at 12:40 a.m. . A young lady wearing a loose white top with a jeans and brown boots that almost come up to her knee , peeks through her window . As the train stops , she promptly gets up , puts on her long overcoat , picks up her enormous baggage and gets down . She seems abnormally strong for a girl of her build .

As she gets down , it starts raining heavily . The train continues with its  journey , now leaving the girl alone on the station . The girl scans her surroundings with undetermined determination in her eyes . She then walks out of the exit confidently and waits for a taxi .

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The taxi man , a cheerful man in his early forties , smiles to himself . The girl seated behind him was undeniably pretty . Her skin as white as snow , her lips as dark as blood . She reminded him of snow white . Yes , That's what she was . A Snow White with blue eyes .

At this moment, she digs out her cellphone from her pocket and texts someone . He could make out that she was doing so due to the rapid movement of her fingers over the keys for a considerably long time . He could make out from her phone that she came from a well-off family .

As the taxi reaches its destination, the girl pulls out some money from her purse and hands it over to him . Unlike most young ladies , this one had tipped him generously .

As the girl gets off the taxi , he helps her with the luggage .

"Thanks ," she murmurs and walks away with her bags .

But there was something strange about  this place . There were no houses about , and definitely no hotels . Why would anyone want to get down here ?

His gaze follows her as she disappears into the shadows .

'Strange girl,' he thinks . 'Probably doesn't want anyone to know where exactly she lives .

He gets back to his work , but cannot forget that pretty face and that generous soul .

If only he knew that this pretty face concealed a thousand dark secrets , and that generous soul concealed a dark side to itself.

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