Life has been pretty good for Diego Shekhar Moretti, an Indian Italian businessman until he had to leave the lifeless man to safe his own life and to fulfill the last promise he made to the man, his godfather, Demetrio Agosti.
A promise to find his...
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Ella sat on the edge of her bed wondering how did she fell asleep on Diego's shoulder and why didn't he wake her up. It was an awkward moment when she woke up realising she had slept after draining all her energy in thinking about the letter last night.
Nevertheless, Diego's company did help her to some extent. The sleep though short it was a peaceful one.
She had left him to have the couch all by himself after Diego refused to leave home. It was two in the morning, that calls for a sleep over on the couch. So, she fetched him a pillow and blanket before she settled in her room.
She glanced at the clock on the wall, it was two-thirty in the morning. Ella sat on the edge of her bed wide awake.
She held the letter in her hand, the brown and almost worn out letter that somehow shows this must have been two-decade-old letter. She kept reading again and again.
Trying to find a fault in the letter but found none.
She only left her heart beat heavily as she kept reading it.
"This have been written so well that I can't find a single point that will tell otherwise.
How is it even possible? I'm Ella Falco the daughter of Armino and Laura Falco. I have all the necessary documents to prove it. Then how can I be Ara Agosti?" Ella tried to give reasons and proof to deny the letter's claim.
"If Thiyagu can imitate Mr. Moretti's signature when he was young then I'm so sure this is Thiyagu's work. I need to call him and have a talk about this in the morning"
Ella dropped herself on the bed and stretched out her hands, she felt a small box under her pillow.
A small red wooden box tied with a string and a note attached on it.
Happiest Birthday Devil! Let this day be a special one with my gifts for you. There are more, search for it!
"Chocolate?" she gave a hollow laugh at the single chocolate piece in the box.
"I'll search for the rest tomorrow" she mumbled as she continued to toss and turn to catch some sleep.
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The noise of utensils clanking each other grew louder every passing second. Diego stirred on the couch, yawning in the process before peeking into the kitchen. His vision caught the owner of the house, vigorously working on the dishes.
After sometime he came and sat on the counter island and watched her moving around doing practically nothing but circling the island.
"How are you?" he asked casually, fetching an apple from the nearby basket.
"Bad. Nothing is going in here" Ella said pointing to her head as she walked pass him quite frustrated.
"Whoatt izz -nat going -in dhere?" he spoke while munching the apple.
