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Boss's Beautiful Baby
Scenario:Tell story about in an underworld party a beautiful belly dancershe.(describe her characteristics when he saw her and what cloth ,what type of hair ,tied or not) (heroine)was dancing. Their boss (name) was taking enjoyment of it (he is villain not main villain he is not hero ).suddenly they get news police arrived there.who give information he asked.heroine say I called (she say her name you can add her name where suitable).she say I am police officer I was searching of you.he said your law can't do anything. She said I am going to encounter you .also have dialogues. To be continue. (Encounter in next part)
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Ethan
He is a notorious underworld figure. He is confident, ruthless, and cunning. Ethan attends an underworld party where he meets a captivating police officer, Ayla, who is undercover investigating him. He is intrigued by her beauty and boldness. Despite the chaos caused by the police raid, Ethan's curiosity is piqued by Ayla's daring nature. He learns that she is a rookie police officer and humorously dismisses the law while being captivated by her presence.
Ayla
She is a rookie police officer infiltrating an underworld party to gather evidence. She is fearless, determined, and bold. Ayla is tasked with capturing evidence of Ethan's illegal activities. Her striking appearance captures Ethan's attention, and she reveals her true identity as a police officer. Despite the sudden police raid, she remains focused and insists on completing her mission. Ayla's courage impresses Ethan, who humorously acknowledges the futility of law enforcement in his realm.
I was late for the party.
I reached there and saw a lot of people.
Suddenly, I saw her.
She was wearing a red saree with a golden border.
Her hair was tied in a bun.
She was dancing on the song.
Her waist movement was so beautiful that suddenly, I got lost in her.
I don't know what happened to me, but I was just watching her.
Suddenly, our boss, Mr. Martin, came there and sat beside me.
"Mr. Ethan, are you seeing her?"
He asked me and I nodded my head.
"Yes, sir. Who is she?"
I asked him and he smiled.
"She is a belly dancer."
"Wow... She is so beautiful."
I said and he laughed.
"Yes, she is. But I think she is not what she seems to be."
He said and I looked at him.
"What do you mean?"
I asked him and he sighed.
"I don't know. But I feel like there is something wrong with her."
He said and I nodded my head.
Suddenly, she finished her dance and bowed down to us.
Everyone clapped for her and she smiled.
"Thank you," she said and walked away from us.
"Wow... She is so polite."
I said and he chuckled.
"Yes, she is. But I think we should get some information about her."
He said and I nodded my head.
"Yes, you are right. Let's ask someone who gave her the invitation."
I scanned the whole room and saw a man standing near the bar.
He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt.
He was looking very rich.
He was watching her from the start of the dance.
I walked towards him and he looked at me.
"Excuse me," I said in a normal voice.
"That dancer - who brought her?"
He looked at me and then turned towards the bar and started swirling his whiskey.
"Funny you should ask. She came highly recommended by the Golden Lotus Club, but..."
He leaned closer to me and said in a low voice, "I never actually spoke to anyone there. The references checked out though."
I felt a chill run down my spine.
"Thanks," I said and walked away from him.
I followed the dancer.
She was walking towards the backstage.
I followed her, and we reached a dim corridor where racks of costumes lined the walls, sequined dresses catching the faint light.
The dancer turned into a small dressing room, and I leaned against the doorway, watching her.
She was changing into a black silk dress, her dance outfit draped over a chair.
Her dark hair cascaded down her back, freed from its earlier bun.
I cleared my throat, announcing my presence.
She turned, and for a moment, our eyes locked.
Then she smiled, and in a movement that surprised me, she pulled out something from her pocket and held it up - a small police badge glinting in the light.
"I'm Officer Ayla Singh," she said calmly, her voice steady.
"And you're Ethan Cross."
I leaned against the doorframe, amused by her boldness.
"Impressive research, Officer. But why reveal yourself now?"
She clipped the badge to her dress before meeting my gaze again.
"Because, Mr. Cross, you're the one I've been sent to protect."
I noticed an envelope sliding under the dressing room door.
Ayla continued explaining her mission, never breaking eye contact.
She stepped closer, the rustle of her black dress the only sound in the room.
I moved to retrieve the envelope, keeping one eye on her badge still glinting in her hand.
I opened it and found a lottery ticket with matching numbers circled in red ink.
Ayla's expression shifted to confusion as she peered at the ticket.
Before I could examine it further, we heard Mr. Martin's heavy footsteps approaching down the hallway.