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thy rich Asians or rich housewives of Dubia? Well, I was lucky

that epitomized the extravagant lifestyles of the ultra-wealthy. The lavish hallway stretched out before me like a magnificent corridor, adorned with intric

the light into a thousand dancing rainbows, adding an air of enchantment to the already breathtaking surroundings. The warmth of the ligh

symphony of elegance and grandeur. Tall pillars and Intricately carved statues rose like sen

dulgence. Plush, velvet sofas invited me to sink into their luxurious depths, while intricately embroidered cushions added a touch of ex

t, the affectionate term I used back in the days when our bond was unbreakable. She chuckled softly, a tender sound that carried a hint

r, the smile quickly faded, replaced by a veneer of composure as she cleared her throat, the weight of our long-awaited meeting ev

e emotions that had once bound us tightly and the uncertainty that now veiled our connection. I h

ce of the surroundings was a stark contrast

to hurt you, Omi," I confessed, my heart heavy with regret, "I promise I'll tell you everything, but right now, I need your help

ot doing anything for you until you tell me why you went to such great lengths to pu

. "I understand, Omi, but please," I implored, my voice tinged with urgency, "I really don't have time for this

h like an untamed tempest. The room seemed to grow colder, the atmosphere charged with an electric tension. And then, I noticed her eyes-the eyes that had once been warm and inviting-now held a g

led," wow, you

the storm of emotions that raged within her. "Yes," she admitted, her voice b

rden. "My kids are missing, Omi, all 3 of them." I whispered, the words catching in my throat as the enormity of the

, you had kids? Who's the Father?" Her barrage of questions only intensified the whirlwi

hem in school that morning and was driving to work when I felt a sharp pain in my chest. The "boundaries of vigilance spell"

desperate as I recounted the harrowing moments that followed. "They said they hadn't seen them since that morning."

ation, "I have been tracking them for 3 weeks now. Sometimes, I'd track them to a place, and they had already gone, nowhere to be found" I admitted, t

labama," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I was so sure that they were there, but it was all a trick. Now, I've lost all signals; I ca

of my anguish and fear. "I have only one last hope Omi and that's why I'm here", I confessed, the words hanging in the

ingle word spoken. I could see the genuine concern in her gaze, a friend who truly cared. She searched my eyes, seeking the answers she knew were buried deep within my heart. The silence between us felt heavy, p