𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝟑𝟖 | 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Yeah, positively thinking got me reaching out
Positive I'm blinking, but I don't know how

As I focused on Eeshaan's words, the cold floor sent shivers up my spine with every tap of my feet. The black pen I clutched in my fingers made a rhythmic tapping sound against the chair's armrest, echoing in the study room. The air carried a hint of anticipation and apprehension, mingling with the smell of ink on the paper.

"So, this is it," Eeshan concluded, breaking the silence. My attention shifted towards him, his voice pulling me in.

Today was a joyous occasion - my and Amaya's reception - but my mother and sister kicked me out of our room. "She will get ready, then you can see her." Their words lingered in my mind, creating a sense of frustration.

I had sought refuge in the study room, when Eeshan had called me, claiming he had important information to share. "I think Rosalia doesn't have the complete information about Czar. He was a mysterious person, and now I believe Briana knows many things about his deceased associate," I said, my thoughts racing like a whirlwind.

Images and fragments of memories footed in my mind, as I tried to connect the dots about the mysterious figure who had kidnapped me in my childhood.

Eeshan's brows knitted in confusion, his expression mirroring my own inner turmoil. "How do you know Czar was Briana's associate?" he questioned, his voice filled with curiosity. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past pressing down on me. "From the information Rosalia gave," I replied, my voice tinged with determination and apprehension.

"There was a note, hidden in the corner, blurred but still legible. It mentioned *that 8.3 tonnes of drugs had been seized*. Briana once mentioned that she, her boss, and the team had almost 17.8 tonnes of drugs at that time. Someone was eyeing their drugs, someone who wanted to steal from them, so they increased their protection."

A heavy silence hung in the room as I finished speaking. Eeshan's eyes met mine, understanding passing between us. "You think the person who stole was Czar?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, the weight of the truth settling on my shoulders.