The Facade.

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Summary

How does it feel to be your stalker's stalker? Strange, right? How do you know you have a stalker to how come you become his stalker? Dive into the story of Rishikesh Singh Oberoi and Amora D'Souza. Rishikesh Singh Oberoi- The part-time accountant in his father's company and a full time stalker. His father may own the most expensive company in Australia and India but he owns the heart of Australian and Indian girlies. 30 years old, and stalking her from years, saving the soft girl from all the miseries that she went through in her life. Obsessed with her but is all shy around her presence. He wants nothing but to claim her as his possession. He has no intention of falling in love with her but destiny plays circle. Amora D'Souza- The all time best hacker in entire Australia famous with a pen name. Her work is unknown to people, even her own family but she earns her living by working in a small cafe. 25 years old, a complete sunshine girl facade hiding the psychopath brain and lunatic habits. She knows about his stalking and is stalking back at him even more precisely without him knowing. She is in love with him since the day they first met. She wants to be marked by him completely but is waiting for him to take first step. Let's see what will happen if he does not take first step towards their own feelings and she will. What will happen if he will come to know about her

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Prologue


“You should have walked carefully, Amora.” His sentence was a mere whisper but I heard due to the close proximity between us.

The music in the background changed to an erotic music sending shivers in my entire body due to both, proximity with my stalker and the background music.

Trying to retrieve back my entire body from his, I slide my hand from his shoulder to his chest but he held my hand with his and other hand roaming on my bare back, he said again

“I have got you now.”

I don’t know whether to be happy that my first love is obsessed with me or be sad that even if I love him, he does not.

While thinking all these, I felt a sharp sting in my neck, that I was aware was about to come.

“You think a lot. Sleep, Amore.”

This was the last thing I heard before dipping into deep slumber.