Winter was on its way , just a matter of weeks and the chilly winds will engulf whole of the Ramond. The helpless dogs will shiver on stone pavements and sidewalks , the beggar, the poor, suffer and try to meet the ends to keep them and their family alive.
But when it comes to the Upper North siders , well they will welcome the winters as any other season – "A Season Welcoming Party" , high society women will another new reason for a shopping spree (because why not its winter people they ought to maintain their status). And that's what was happening in the Upper North rave parties, poker meet and and what not . The music was so loud the even the lower northeans could hear it. It was late midnight and all they wanted to do was sleep after working hard for the whole day but the only thing was stopping them was the loud music from the uptown but what possibly could they do afterall the satan offspring of those rich devils were the boss , and if someone even had little guts to go against them the punishment was death , Yes death . One word was all it took ,just one word against those satans and youll be off to afterlife.
But in the midst of all a girl unknown to the city-of-the-curropt was on her way to Ramond separated from the rest of the world she was lost in her own , until brought back by the bus conducter , who apparently was irritated and a hell lot scary. To avoid any argument on the why the bus halted on a place which wasn't a destination Fate aimed for she decided to leave the bus as soon as possible .
After paying him the money and earning a strange glare fom both the driver and the conductor , Fate was all set to enter the Upper North unaware to the fact that was was coming next. The walk till the Crimson Stone was all normal and filled with local pubs , public park, grocery shops but as soon as she crossed the Crimson Stone , a certain someone caught her scent .
Where she never realized that her mesmerizing scent was captured , a certain someone -awa y from the city surrounded by alcohol , women and drugs but nothing enough to satisfy his needs was often caught glancing at the door -was fidgeting to break the palace walls.
But the question -was why was he this restless after these years after he mastered the art to control his hunger and knew how to use to perfectly??
Was someone plotting against him? Wanted to destroy him? The questions were endless and the answers were unavailable .
Who knew what was to come but whatever it was one thing was for sure it wasn't healthy neither for him nor for his people.
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