Reyansh's POV
The masquerade ball continued in full swing, a symphony of secrets and hidden agendas concealed behind elegant masks. Aanya and I moved through the crowd, our identities safely shrouded with the help of masks, our purpose clear—to observe and gather information, all while keeping a vigilant eye on the members of the Dagger Syndicate. But it will not be long before I have to remove the mask and reveal my identity.
The grand hall was a tapestry of opulence, bathed in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. The marble floor beneath our feet seemed to echo with centuries of history of the criminal world, and the walls adorned with fine art whispered tales of extravagance and power. As we mingled with the city's elite, I recollect their hidden secrets and confidential conversation
