SHIDDAT ~ Where Love Burns With The Flames of Passion

New Players, New Risks

Hello Ji!! How are you all?

I hope you all are doing well.

I'm happy to share that I'm back and will now continue SHIDDAT! Taking a little break helped me regain the energy I needed, and now, I'm ready to dive back into the story I love sharing with all of you.

Your votes, comments, and encouragement mean the world to me. They give me that extra push to keep going, especially on hectic days! So, if you're enjoying the story, please don't hesitate to show some love. Your support really does make a difference and keeps the motivation alive ✨💌

Thank you for being so patient and for supporting my journey 😗

Now, enough talking—you guys can jump straight into the new chapter! Dark Shadow is waiting to meet you all!! 😉

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Author's pov:

The engine roared loudly as the bike sped through the empty streets, cutting through the pitch-black night.

It was late, and the road was completely dark, except for a faint glow from the faraway city lights.

The person on the bike leaned into the turns smoothly, riding fast like someone with a mission.

Dressed in a black leather jacket, with gloves on and a helmet hiding their face, the rider gripped the handlebars tightly.

The bike raced forward, the wind rushing by, but the rider stayed steady, focused, and calm.

Suddenly, the bike came to a sharp, screeching halt.

The sound pierced the silence, then quickly faded, leaving only the soft hum of the engine dying down.

The person stood still for a moment, listening to the quiet night around them.

The place was a bit far from the noisy city, silent and isolated.

After parking the bike, the rider walked toward a large gate, moving quickly but quietly.

The air felt thick and still, as if the world was holding its breath.

Going towards the gate, the rider paused and checked both sides, making sure no one was watching.

Seeing nothing, the rider approached the door nearby.

There was a small keypad glowing faintly in the dark.

The rider punched in a code, their fingers moving confidently as if they'd done this many times before.

With a soft click, the door unlocked.

The rider stepped inside and turned on the lights.

A small room came into view, simple and bare, just big enough for one person to live in. There was a couch in one corner, a desk in another with a chair, and a few papers scattered around on the table.

The rider shut the door behind and stood still for a moment, helmet still on, as if planning the next move in the quiet of the night.

First, the rider lifted the helmet off from their head, placing it gently on the couch.

With a deep breath, the rider moved towards the mini fridge tucked away in the corner.

Opening the fridge, the rider grabbed a drink and walked back to the desk, setting it down carefully.