India lay on her bed, her gaze fixed on the ornate crystal chandelier above. The pattern of the dangling prisms caught the late afternoon sunlight, refracting it into a dazzling display of dancing lights. Yet India was oblivious to their mesmerizing beauty. Her mind was consumed by a maelstrom of conflicting emotions – hurt, betrayal, anger. Tears gently coursed down her flushed cheeks as she grappled with the devastating revelation that had shattered her world. She tried so hard to stop thinking about Niçholas and Nimah, but she just couldn't and it felt like her world now revolves around the duo. She never for once thought that something like that could happen to her and everytime she saw Nimah walking along the hallway, she just felt like attacking her and outing her for what she had done. She was lost in her own thoughts, wondering what would happen in the next minute. It was the gentle knock on the door that jarred her from her tormented musings. Quickly, she

The sterile, white-walled hospital reception area felt oppressive, the air thick with tension and worry. Ryan, Rookson, and Imran sat on the hard, plastic bench, each lost in their own thoughts as they waited anxiously for news of Nicholas's condition. The reception was a very busy place, glancing at your right side, you'd see people weeping and at your left side, you'd see some wailing and trying to fight with the doctors. Alot of people there were grieving - but loss was always greater than loss. Ryan's gaze was fixed on his phone's screen, his fingers trembling as he dialed a number, his mind racing with a thousand unanswered questions. He had been trying to reach out to as many people as he could, but none of them was answering a their call. Rookson and Imran stared intently at the closed theater room doors, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope, as they silently prayed for their master's survival. None of them had ever witness something like thi

"The fuck are you doing?" "That's none of your concern, Mr Philips. I am here trying my best to make sure everything goes well and you're sat there, doing nothing. So, don't try to bully me," Ryan responded, his tone dripping with disdain. The air in the reception area felt thick with tension as Ryan dialed the security team's number, his fingers trembling slightly. The shrill ring of the phone seemed to echo through the sterile silence, amplifying his growing sense of unease. Just as the call connected, Ryan caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye. Three uniformed guards swiftly approached. "Thank goodness!" He prayed as he saw the trio. Hastily, Ryan ended the call and dropped the phone back into his pocket as he approached the guards. "God, where have you been? I was just about to call you guys to confirm what's going on," he said, his voice betraying a hint of relief. "I wanted to ask if you've made any progress in locating Wraith. Where

India sat in front of her mirror, the weight of the day's events heavy on her heart. All of her maids had dutifully filed out of the chamber, leaving her in solitary reflection. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant lace gown, the pristine white fabric a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling within. India took a deep, steadying breath, her eyes laced with unshed tears. She couldn't stop thinking about the devastating fact she had come to found out. That her cousin, who is getting married today was pregnant with her own husband. The betrayal cut deep, but India knew she had to be strong. For today, she would put on a brave face and celebrate Nimah's union, even as her world crumbled around her. She had no idea what was going to happen next but she knew Nimah was obviously up to something and she wouldn't let her fuck things up today. Nimah still had the intention of reuniting with Nicholas, but why was she going through with this wedding then? Leaning clo

India sat at her table, swirling the glass of crimson wine as she watched the wedding ceremony unfold with a barely concealed look of disgust. The entire hall was a vision of opulence, beautifully decorated with an array of colorful balloons, shimmering ribbons, and a gigantic crystal chandelier that cast a warm glow over the festivities. From her vantage point, India observed as the beaming bride, Nimah, and the dashing groom, Robin, made their way down the aisle, their faces alight with joy. Joy that definitely wouldn't last forever. The solemn strains of the wedding march filled the air, mingling with the soft murmur of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter from the guests. India, however, remained lost in her own brooding thoughts, her gaze fixed on the couple at the altar. She let out a quiet sigh, taking another sip of her wine as a sense of melancholy settled over her. The wedding, for all its grandeur and celebration, only served as a sta