Guilty Pleasures
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In Chess all moves are carefully calculated with clear precision in order to render the enemy completely defenceless at your mercy.
Raghav Rao and Pallavi Deshmukh were no strangers to the game. He had always been told when you see a good move look for a better one. And as Hyderabad's Don, this remained the key to his success until he met her. The designated White Queen on the bored. She stood for everything he opposed. Purity, warmth, positivity, she radiated it all, but unlike any of his other opponents, she was strong, strong enough to stand against him at every turn. To pick herself up whenever he knocked her down.
Their roles were distinct. Each bold in their own contradicting way, each hating in an equal resentment, each endeavouring to torment each other in the cruelest ways possible. To hurt each other...
And yet, somewhere within the black and white nature of their hate filled relationship, the colours were forced to blend. The White Queen walking over to the dark side every night in hopes to obtain the pleasure that was devoid from her life for so long, to beg to have her desires quenched from the King who had begun to rule her heart...
Their constant change in dynamics truly spelt doom not only for them but for the world who lay witness to their destruction but Pallavi was the one to fall first...
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