✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 1 ]
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories.
Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. The...
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The adrenaline coursing through me was no longer a frantic surge, but a cold, steady river of certainty. This was it. The climax. The culmination of all the lies, the secrets, and the violence I had engineered in a misguided attempt to protect Ada.
My heart was a jackhammer against my ribs, but the sound was muffled by the sheer dread that swallowed the light in this place. I should have waited for the police. I should have trusted the Knight's team I had just called. But Ada... Ada was gone. Swallowed by the darkness in her desperate, fearless charge to find Samaira.
"Ada, wait!" The whisper was weak, swallowed by the oppressive silence.
I didn't want to let her go. That instinct—the burning, primal need to keep her within arm's reach—had screamed at me, but the sight of that earring, that cruel breadcrumb, had momentarily pulled me away. Now, I regretted that fraction of a second more than anything I had done to Vijay Sharma.
I shoved the dilapidated door open. The creak was deafening, a mournful sigh that echoed through the skeletal structure of the old building. Absolute darkness. I fumbled for my phone, the screen blinding me as the flashlight activated, cutting a sickly yellow beam through the gloom.
And then I saw her.
Shanaya.
She stood dead center in the room, illuminated by the harsh, narrow beam of my phone. She wasn't just there; she was waiting. Her familiar face, usually open and friendly, was twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred, directed solely at me. The air around her didn't just feel cold; it felt charged, crackling with an animosity that made my skin prickle.
I didn't care about Shanaya. Not her betrayal, not her hatred, not her presence. She was a footnote, a distraction. My mind raced, consumed by a single, agonizing question: Where is Ada?
I took a step toward Shanaya, my voice raw and tight. "Where is she? Where did Ada go?"
Shanaya didn't answer. She merely held the stare, a chilling, triumphant smirk playing on her lips. It was the silence of a predator, confirming every worst fear I had—she was part of this macabre performance.
