Karachi (Romance Stories Online) — When a masked stranger kisses Liz and steals her purse, her boyfriend walks away in fury — but she’s just getting started.
I froze, heart hammering, as red lipstick smeared across my cheek. The world felt suddenly tilted. The masked man hung on a rope above the alley, paused — and kissed me.
Then he tossed my purse into his bag and vanished into the night, leaving me gasping under the dim street lamp.
Seconds later, William burst around the corner, holding a bouquet of white lilies. His eyes roamed my face — and landed on the swollen lipstick stain.
“You—what is that?!” he barked, voice sharp.
I confused a breath. “William, I—he just—”
He flared with betrayal. “Don’t lie to me.” He threw the bouquet to the ground; petals scattered like wounded birds. “You cheated. I can see it on your face.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “No! You don’t even know—”
He turned and stalked away. The lilies lay crushed. I chased after him but stopped when guilt and shock stalled me.
A week later, I sat at my dim apartment window, fists clenched. Betrayal, not just from him, but from fate. I whispered to the empty room: “He ruined my date. He robbed me, not the man who deserves it.”
I traced the red mark in my mind. My heart hardened. I would find that masked thief. I would make him pay.
First Encounter
I staked out the place where it happened — the alley, the street’s edge. The sun was sinking when the rope dropped again — same midnight phantom.
I followed him, silent as a shadow. He slipped into Apartment 57, a polish-white building with elegant lines and warm light spilling through windows.
I crept in and found him in a modern lounge, cigarette smoke swirling in the air.
“Why did you kiss me?” I snarled, stepping forward.
He looked up, startled. Dark eyes, an angular jaw. He dropped the cigarette casually.
“Because you asked for it,” he said, voice low. “And for the chance to steal something more precious.” He grinned, dangerous and sure.
“You thief!” I spat. “Why ruin my life?”
He leaned back. “You’re pretty. Brutally pretty. And your boyfriend thought you were a cheater just by seeing that kiss.” He tapped his chin, amused. “So, your world cracked instantly.”
Anger and confusion warred in me. “You—do you realize what you did? You destroyed my night. My relationship.”
He stood. “Maybe I’m worse than a thief.” He stepped close, breath warm. “What if I want to destroy and rebuild.”
A Plan Unraveled
I followed him into his penthouse. He let me in — I didn’t even question why.
“This is your revenge?” he asked, arms spread, showing off records, modern art, and city lights far below. He wore a smirk and a tuxedo jacket, undone.
“You’ll explain every move.” My voice trembled with fury and fear.
He circled me, soft but predatory. “You’re hurt. You want control. Let me guide you.” He placed a hand on my shoulder; heat flickered.
I jerked away. “No! I want him back. To make him suffer — see me bleed, beg.”
He leaned in, whisper: “I can do better than that. Love me for that.” His eyes shone with something I couldn’t name.
Something in me cracked — anger weaving into bitter longing.
Collision & Confession
One night, William returned unannounced. He burst in on us: me trembling, the masked man — Stefan — watching me in silence.
William’s face twisted. “So this is you?”
“William, I can explain—” I began.
He sneered. “Explain the lipstick, the ruined date, the lies.” He half-advanced, half-retreated.
Stefan intervened, hand raised: “Stop. He doesn’t get to own her—or you.” He pushed him back gently, as though with power. “I kissed her. I stole the purse. Yes. But I see her in ways he never could.”
William lunged. Stefan blocked, and I gasped at how easily he moved. A tension filled the room.
“You’re insane,” William spat. “You’re both insane.”
I stepped between them. “No more lies. I won’t be your pawn.” To Stefan: “Why do this?”
He lowered his voice. “Because in all of this chaos, I found something real — something I never expected: you.”
I felt tears blazing, anger twisting into betrayal and desire. “You don’t get to choose when I fall.” I turned to William. “And you? You lost me the moment you judged me silent.”
William’s shoulders shook. Words failed him.
Stefan took my hand. “Come with me. Leave this mess behind — with me.”
I swallowed. My heart, ragged, whispered yes.
Aftershock & Redemption
We slipped into the night, leaving William in stunned silence. Stefan guided me through alleys, shadows, until dawn’s tinge glinted at the horizon.
He stopped, held me. The city hummed beneath. He brushed the red lipstick from my lips. His fingers trembling.
“I never asked for this war,” he whispered. “But I will fight for you.”
My tears came now. “I’m not yours to win. Only trust you can earn.”
He nodded, serious. “I’ll earn it every day.”
I leaned into him, scent of smoke and hope in the air. The night stretched behind us — broken, raw — and ahead, uncertain. But I felt more alive in that moment than ever.
FAQs
Q1: Is this a romance or thriller?
It’s both — a dark romance infused with suspense, betrayal, and twisted passion.
Q2: Who is Stefan?
He’s the masked stranger — a thief with secrets, drawn to Liz not just by chance but by a deeper longing she never expected.
Q3: Will Liz and William reconcile?
Their fate hangs on trust, betrayal, and the choices Liz makes. You’ll discover whether redemption is possible.
Q4: Does Liz actually love Stefan?
Love grows in chaos. Her heart is torn between vengeance and vulnerability — she’s learning what real connection means.
Q5: Why did the writer choose a masked kiss?
That dramatic moment serves as the spark — it forces confrontation, misunderstanding, and sets the emotional journey in motion.
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