In the aftermath of their secret encounter, Alice, forced by a flow of conflicting emotions, pushed Ash away after the stolen selfie. The dimly lit room held the echoes of their quiet conversation and the residue of a kiss that challenged the boundaries between enemies.

As the shadows concealed her faded figure, Ash, wearing a mysterious smirk, watched her vanish into the confusion of the masquerade[mask party]. He expected the captured moment in the selfie—a visual artifact of a dance that went beyond the expected. With a self-satisfied grin, Ash pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number. Speaking into the receiver, he declared, "Mission accomplished. Get ready with the money."

The corridor, now without of their shared presence, seemed to exhale the secrets it held. Alice, navigating the maze of corridors back to dance floor, felt the lingering tension in the air—a silent reminder of the mysterious connection faked in the shadows.

As Alice reached dance floor, the faint music from the masquerade party served as a fading reminder of the world she had temporarily escaped. The shadows, her silent companions, concealed her emotions as she navigated the path back to where it all began.

"Don't repeat the same mistake again" said Alice under her breathe.

To Be Continue.....