The Beginning of mysterious revelations ( II )

"The threads of secrecy began to unravel, and the whispers of truth started to echo through the shadows."

Chapter # 06

The sun had set, and darkness was slowly enveloping the empty city. As the natural light faded, Prazay came alive with the glow of artificial lights. The Lavish store in Prazay had just launched its new collection of handbags, and she was there too.

The designer bags were displayed in a wall-mounted showcase, each one meticulously crafted with elegance. She walked through the store with grace like a princess, wearing peach-coloured high heels. The sound of her footsteps echoed throughout the store as she moved.

She was dressed in a creamy-white mini-pencil skirt paired with a white halter-neck top. She completed her outfit with an off-shoulder peach-coloured mini jacket, which she buttoned up.

Her silky dark chocolate brown hair tumbled gracefully, draping in loose waves down to her waist.

In her hand, she held a delicate peach-coloured clutch . She carefully examined each bag, but it was evident from her expression that none of them caught her eye.

"Wow, these wealthy women have so many tantrums. She has been just roaming the store, but it seems she hasn't found a bag she likes," commented one of the salesgirls, staring at her.

" Absolutely just Look at all these gorgeous bags. If I were in her place, I would buy them all," agreed the second salesgirl, nodding in approval.

She continued walking, examining each bag in the showcase one by one.

"Hey, you don't know these wealthy girls. They don't just look at how beautiful things are,they focus on how well they suit them and how distinct and noticeable they appear," commented the first salesgirl once again.

She halted in front of a bag, placing her hand on her chin, deep in thought. After a moment, she shook her head in disagreement and moved on.

"Yes, you're right. Even though these people spend millions of rupees to enhance their appearance, very few things actually suit them. We, on the other hand, are poor but naturally beautiful, and everything looks good on us," the first salesgirl continued.

As she continued walking, her clutch slipped from her hand, gently falling to the floor. She bent down, picked up the clutch, stood up, and resumed examining the bags.

"You're absolutely right, and..." Before the second salesgirl could finish her sentence, the store manager scolded them in a hushed voice, gritting his teeth. "You two are here to work, not to engage in conversations,"

"No, sir, she started the conversation," the first salesgirl quickly shifted the blame onto the second salesgirl.

" No sir! " The second salesgirl exclaimed

"Enough! Just do your job," the manager snapped, silencing them both.

"Okay, sir," they replied in unison, nodding their heads.

She continued to check on other bags, but none of the designs had caught her attention yet. Eventually, she approached and stood in front of a particular bag, her dim reflection appearing on the glass of the showcase.

Noticing her, the salesgirl approached her and asked " Do you like it, ma'am?"

She turned around, causing the salesgirl to freeze in place. The girl they had been gossiping about exuded an ethereal beauty that left the salesgirl momentarily breathless.

Her captivating features were a sight to behold. Her face was framed by dark chocolate-coloured hair, falling down in loose waves, with a silky smoothness that added an enchanting touch. But it was her eyes that stole the show. They were large, puffy and mesmerizing. Her eyes had a striking blue colour like pools of deep blue, framed by long and thick lashes that accentuated their allure. Her brows, delicately shaped, gracefully arched above her eyes, enhancing the captivating effect.

Her nose, petite and perfectly proportioned, added a touch of elegance to her face. Pink lips, inviting and alluring, gave her a subtle yet enchanting smile. And her neck was a work of art. It was gracefully slender, extending with a natural poise that emphasized her gracefulness and elegance.

She possessed an aura of natural beauty that seemed effortless, as if she had been blessed with features that were destined to captivate hearts. There was an air of confidence in her demeanour, a certain magnetism that drew attention without her even trying.

Her physical features were the same as Adeline. She was exactly like Adeline but with different eyes and style . She looked elegant and rich, unlike Adeline.

"Yes, I like it," her voice broke the silence, causing the saleswoman to snap back to reality as if her voice had broken some kind of spell. Perhaps a spell cast by her beauty?

"Yes, but I don't like the colour. I dislike purple. I want a bag with the same design but in a different colour, if possible." She continued

"Of course, ma'am, but unfortunately, this is the only piece we have in our current collection," the salesgirl responded in an apologizing manner.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, conveying a hint of disappointment. "Ah, I see," she murmured, her eyes momentarily glancing away.

"But worry not, ma'am. We can place a special order for you, so you can have another bag in the same design but with your desired color," the salesgirl offered, attempting to make amends.

"Nah, leave it," she dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand, gracefully moving on. As she continued her exploration, her eyes landed upon a purse in a beautiful and captivating red color. The salesgirl, eager to redeem herself, couldn't help but ask, "Ma'am, do you like this bag?"

Her gaze lingered on the purse for a moment, a spark of interest flickering in her eyes. With a subtle nod and a slight smile, she turned to face the salesgirl and uttered a single instruction, "Pack it up."

As she reached into her clutch to retrieve her credit card, she noticed that her phone's screen was on. A call was coming from an unknown number, but by the time she managed to grab her mobile phone, the call had already ended. She checked her phone and discovered a message consisting of a single dot and two missed calls from the same unknown number.

Carefully studying the number, she desperately tried to recall if she recognized it. Suddenly, her eyes widened as recognition struck her, and in the next moment, her mobile phone began to ring again. She couldn't hide the panic and worry that flickered in her eyes, she cautiously brought the phone to her ear.

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Pineapple" a deep, attractive male voice echoed on the other end.

"What do you want ? Why do you keep calling me like this?" she managed to ask, her voice filled with an attempt to control her nervousness.

" Only You !!! I want only you, My pineapple. " He said in his deep alcoholic voice.

"Stop with this nonsense!" she snapped, her tone laced with frustration.

" nonsense!!" He exclaimed " isn't it supposed to be a lovey dovey talk "

" Lovey dovey talk??? Listen Mister, stalking and troubling a woman is not a lovey dovey thing. It is a part of harassment and I'm definitely going to report you for this so now just shut this fuck up "

" Don't curse and police shit !! This is all nonsense pineapple. Well, listen carefully. Your fiancé was with another woman last night, and he was caught by his girlfriend. Right now, they are together at a night-out restaurant," the voice revealed, causing her anger to flare.

"Stop with your ridiculous lies!" she exclaimed angrily.

"Fine. You have fifteen minutes. Get to the night-out restaurant within that time. But be prepared, because what you'll see there might make you cry. And trust me, it'll hurt me..." the voice trailed off, leaving her wondering about his intentions.

Narrowing her eyes, she interrupted sharply, "You've said everything you wanted to say! Don't call me again!"

" Ahan!! I will call you again…." He responded, she could feel his playful smile through the phone. " And by the way, don't bother paying for the store bill. I have already paid for it. Oh, and the second bag is from m..."

Before he could finish his sentence, she abruptly hung up, refusing to listen to any more of his unsettling words. "Who does he think he is? I already paid for it! Like, why do these kinds of people think women are an easy piece. They believe they can play tricks and women will fall for it, as if women aren't born with brains.'"

"Ma'am, please take this," the salesgirl interjected, offering her two shopping bags.

"I only purchased one bag. Why the other one?" she inquired, her confusion evident.

"Ma'am, the person who paid your bill mentioned that it's a gift from him to you," the salesgirl explained, her words were like acid to her ears. Each word seemed to confirm the truth in what the mysterious caller had revealed.

" What the hellll !!!!! '' She exclaimed

Worry etched across her face, she swiftly exited the store and sprinted towards her car. " No way it can't be possible!!!! Alex cannot cheat on me " Her voice was shaking as she ignited the engine and drove off from there.

Unbeknownst to her, a man sat in a nearby vehicle, observing her hurried departure. He donned a black hoodie and a mask, with only his piercing blue eyes visible. A subtle smile played upon his eyes, reflecting his satisfaction as he witnessed her panic and distress.

(*_-_*)

The sun of a new morning bathed Prazay , the city of Markotophia, in hopeful rays. Inside the clinic , Kara hurriedly placed her bag in the staff room locker. It was her first day of the trial-month, but unfortunately, she had arrived late, causing her to endure a long lecture from Dr. Danielle.

With a sense of urgency, she shut the locker door. "What a terrible start to my first day on the job," she murmured to herself, turning around and she found Dayylam. He was standing leaning against the door, folding his hands over his chest.

A strange sensation stirred within her. "Wow, he looks so perfect even at his age. I wonder how handsome he must have been in his youth," she thought to herself.

Dressed impeccably in formal attire, Dayylam wore a sleek gold watch on his wrist. His slightly salt-and-pepper hair, meticulously combed, lent him an air of sophistication. Piercing through his age of over fifty, his small, obsidian eyes sparkled with vitality. Despite being over fifty, he appeared fit and full of energy.

" You are late on your first day Kara " he said

Kara blinked, remembering his age, marital status, and her position as an employee.

" Yeah unfortunately" she replied

"Can I talk to you?" Dayylam asked with a tense look in his eyes.

"Sure, why not," she replied softly.

He stepped into the room and positioned himself in front of Kara. For a moment Kara held her breath, his eyes observing her as if reading everything that was going on inside her.

"You were late on your first day. Did your ex-husband cause any trouble for you?" he inquired, displaying genuine concern.

She offered a faint smile. "Yeah, he was offended that I made a move against him. He came home yesterday to make a scene but my aunt called the police, and he was arrested." Kara said, pain was evident on her face. Dayylam felt bad for her .

"But he has nothing to do with me being late actually. This morning, the taxi I took had a flat tire, which caused my delay," she explained.

He nodded understandingly. "Alright, but why didn't you call me If he was causing problems for you ? You should call me first, Kara "

"No, sir. I'm already extremely grateful. You offered me this job And not only that, you ensured that I got hired and even recommended me to the doctor. Thank you very much, this is enough for me, sir "

"No need for thanks, Kara, it is little In front of what you did for me . You saved my life, at least somehow I got a chance to thank you .

Just make sure Danielle doesn't find out that it was my decision to hire you here. She never hires inexperienced individuals at her clinic," he said, accompanied by a warm smile.

Kara nodded, her gratitude evident. "Yes, I understand. Once again, Dayylam, sir, thank you so much for your kindness. I won't forget your generosity Dayylam sir."

"If you encounter any problems, don't hesitate to reach out to me."

As they conversed, streams of sunlight filtered through the staff room window, casting gentle illumination upon their interaction before they immersed themselves in their respective tasks.