Kiara Advani, a combination of a pretty face, charming smile, humble and naive personality who had the hottest body. After going through an emotional breakup that shattered her life for months, she decided to take a break from movies to move on and have some time away from work. Additionally, there was another reason for her to go on a break.
Her friend Alia, who shares the same name as the other actress but is not the actor, was also heart broken. Months ago, Kiara received a message from Alia, confessing and crying about the situation.
They both met at a café in London, where Kiara went unnoticed despite the presence of many Indians. They tightly hugged each other, seeking comfort. Kiara lightened the mood by jokingly stating that she had no money, and they shared a laugh.
"So, what happened? How did you fall for this guy? I mean, you! I never thought you would end up in this situation. You're the one who usually who break hearts," Kiara questioned Alia.
"I know, I'm usually like that, but I thought he was nice and sensitive." Alia replied with sadness in her voice. Kiara sarcastically stared at her.
Alia continued. "A lot of things happened. I got close to someone after a long time, and the sex was amazing. I mean, the best. But it all went downhill, and..." Alia started crying as tears rolled down her cheeks. Kiara handed her a tissue.
"What's this guy like, and do you still have his Instagram?" Kiara tried to gather more information.
"Yeah, he's not that active on social media. He has never been into social media much, which is why he has no idea about my friends outside the US." Alia regretfully narrated his background.
Alia showed Kiara her phone, displaying the Instagram profile of a black guy with 200 followers. He appeared slightly older than them, maybe in his early 40s. He had little hair, and there didn't seem to be attractive about him to Kiara.
"You fell for this guy?" Kiara was shocked that someone like Alia would like him.
Alia smiled with hesitation. "I know, but now nothing can be done. So, I want you to do something." she said.
Kiara held her hand to calm her down. "What? " she asked.
"You should go to Parkour Street in South Africa. I want you to rent a house. I'll pay for it. Have some free time by yourself for yourself. It is really wonderful there." Her word where not making any sense to Kiara.
Kiara bit her lip to hold back her laughter. "Alia, you want me go 'alone' to South Africa? Why," Kiara advised.
"Kiara, bro, I know the pain you are going through. It might help you move on. Let me help." Alia convinced her, who reluctantly nodded.
"Alright, I don't have a solid plan for the trip, but we'll figure it out step by step. Let's do this," Kiara declared, as if announcing a battle, and stood up. Alia smiled, witnessing Kiara's belief in her, and hugged her tightly.
Kiara booked a cab from the airport to Parkour Street. She effortlessly looked hot in a black sleeveless top and tight black leggings. As she watched the city, she planned her move to bring down the con man. She knew everything about him but had to act like a stranger. In her mind, she imagined confronting him, revealing that she was his neighbor.
The cab stopped, and Kiara glanced at her house and then his. She stepped out, carrying two bags and a handbag. She approached the driver to inquire about the fare and paid digitally. Closing the cab door, she turned to lock the door on the yard. Opening the zipper of her bag, she retrieved the key and left the zipper slightly open. After unlocking the door, she turned to her bag and intentionally nudged it, causing it to fall. Nothing spilled out, so she picked it up. To her surprise, a large figure stood in front of her, revealing himself.
He was tall, had a dark complexion, and a handsome face with a well-groomed haircut. She noticed that he was wearing a white t-shirt and brown cargo pants, giving the impression that he had just left the gym. Even if she had the knowledge of the man, she struggled with her introverted nervousness about meeting and talking to him.
'Hey I was waiting for someone to show by. Was wondering a middle age man with grey hair. But you are a really pretty and a hot neighbor to have.' the man said with a smile on his face. It was evident that he had a strong inclination towards objectifying women, and Kiara happened to catch his attention as someone he found particularly attractive, even in casual.
Her face was symbol of seduction. With just a subtle expression she had the power to captivate and intrigue men, driving them to be crazy for her.
"Thank you for the compliment. Just reached. I am Kiara, and you are?" she introduced herself politely.
"I'm Josh," he replied. "Can I help you with something? You don't seem to be carrying any luggage." Josh observed that Kiara only had a small bag with her, which seemed unusual for someone who had just moved into a new home.
"Well, actually, I already had all my belongings moved into the house. This bag just contains my clothes," Kiara explained, keeping her response vague and not revealing too much personal information.
Josh nodded understandingly, "You must be tired. I'll only ask for your permission to leave after I bring this bag into your house."
He tried to flirt with her by being polite and helpful, his gaze fixed on her.
Kiara smiled in response and said, "Sure, just put it in the hallway, that'll be fine." Josh picked up the bag and headed towards the door, but to his surprise, it was locked.
