STOLEN HEARTS, HIDDEN LIES

The velvet mask covering the upper half of my face felt less like a disguise and more like a ticking clock. Around me, the grand ballroom of the Russo estate hummed with soft orchestral music, clinkin...

NidhiIt's me Nidhi an avid reader and aspiring storyteller with a passion for hidden secrets, unexpected twist. When not plotting the next great fictional heist,they can usually be found buried in a book, dreaming up characters who never play by the rule