~A staged crime and a perfect blend of masked expertise~
HIGHEST RANK IN Mystery/Thriller : #39
A serial killer is on the loose. Who's gonna stop him?
Robin is a typical spoilt rich guy who is charged for sexual assault of his ex g...
And I do really want to know the below person looks apt for Robin's character:
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This chapter reveals answers to the questions that linger in Robin's mind. How he escaped, how he landed in Goa and why Shreya is helping him. Does Shreya have any feeling for Robin? Who is the man? Answering it all....
I could sense the fear and anxiety as Robin walked out of the club. I don't know why he is scared. All i could see was utter dread in his eyes. Within a few minutes of conversation before i left the club, he scurried past through the thick crowd. I don't know what's wrong with this guy. He ran out frantically as if he is possessed. I abruptly cut the conversation with the person who I had an important dealing with, but Robin needed attention too. After all he was my new client and he was rich. I could tease him and he would respond so neatly. It felt so nice to be with a young boy who looked good and also had tonnes of cash at his back. A perfect one to make money out of. But I feel a strange attraction to him. Its the same way I had for my husband once. The look in Robin's eyes were dragging me to him. Its not the culture in India to date a younger one, but i guess i could have possibilities with this one.
Thinking all this, I pushed myself through the cocaine-fed crowd and got to the other end of the club. The air was filthy and stuffed with smoke from the hookah pipes. I felt suffocated. I took out the asthma inhaler from under my dress, resting between the sheath of my inner wear and bosoms, which was the safest place for any Indian woman. I took multiple inhalations and drifted my way out into the open. I kept the inhaler back in its place. I searched for my car. It was no where nearby. The whisky that went down to my stomach sent nerve signals of nausea up, to my head. I took my phone and quickly called my driver. I leaned onto one of the pillars and waited for my driver to rush to the spot.
My driver came in a jiffy. He took less than 2 minutes to drive halfway through the club's width. I opened the back seat only to find Robin, already snoring. He was fully asleep. I pushed him aside and sat at the edge. He didn't bulge. I had no other way. I took his head and kept it on my lap. I asked the driver to drop us at our place and then retire for the day. At a signal in Anjum, I saw a couple making out in full swing. I turned my gaze to the kid on my lap. He looked so cute when he was asleep. I had a soft corner for this guy. I don't know why, he seemed to be only a mystery.
