"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆"
(𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨)
"Sprinkles!" I called out, my voice laced with surprise.
"Don't," she snapped, her tone sharp an...
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It wasn’t a typical day at the institute, with the investigation in full swing. After all, the institute had always been meticulous about preserving every student’s reputation.
And this time, the stakes were even higher. It was the Shettys’ reputation on the line, one of the most influential families in the institute’s administration. Yet, amidst the chaos, classes continued as usual.
But not everyone seemed troubled by the unfolding drama. Among them was a certain someone who was secretly overjoyed by the turn of events. She came to attend her classes, despite not being a regular student, acting completely unfazed by the news surrounding Devyaan.
And why wouldn’t she? After all, she was the mastermind behind it all.
As the morning classes ended, Aanya stepped into her car, her mind already on her next appointment,a visit to the salon for her much-needed high-maintenance routine. However, as the car came to an unexpected halt, she frowned.
Looking up from her phone, she snapped at the driver with irritation,"Hey! Where have you stopped? Is your memory deteriorating with your old age?"
The driver,answered her politely, "Ma’am, I'm instructed by your mother to bring you here. It’s a new parlour she wanted you to try."
Aanya glanced out of the window and saw a recently opened unisex parlour. Though hesitant, she decided to trust her driver’s explanation. With her usual air of arrogance and poise, she stepped out of the car and walked inside.
The ladies' section greeted her with a peculiar sight—two women getting massages from beauticians, while a man in a mask stood at the reception, observing. Strangely enough, everyone was masked, their faces obscured. Aanya shrugged off the oddity and strode confidently toward the man, handing him her card as if it were a badge of authority.
The man straightened immediately, his tone overly polite as he addressed her. "How can we help you, ma’am?"
"I need a proper hair spa and massage, done only by the most experienced professionals. I have a date this evening, and I won’t tolerate a single mistake in your service," she declared.
"Of course, ma’am," the man replied, gesturing toward a plush massage chair. "We’ll make sure you’re completely satisfied."
Aanya settled into the chair, closing her eyes as a beautician approached her. However, her moment of relaxation was short-lived. The woman began pulling her hair harshly under the guise of a massage.
"Hey, you bitch! What the hell are you doing?" Aanya shrieked, glaring at the beautician.
The woman, unfazed, replied calmly, "Ma’am, this is our exclusive technique for special guests like you. Please trust us,we’ll take full responsibility for the results."
There was so much confidence in the beautician’s voice that Aanya hesitated for a moment before reluctantly nodding. But the pain persisted, and she found it impossible to ignore.
