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Virinder dejectedly.
    “A club. It’s hard to describe,” said Cara.
    “What good is a club?” said Virinder.
    “It’s a secret club,” said Cara smiling.
    Virinder looked at her closely. Cara had alternative tastes to match her alternative style.
    “Before you say it, no, it’s not what you’re thinking.”
    Virinder's cheeks grew hot. Cara could always see right through him.
    “No, the club is posh and it has a really expensive membership. That’s if you’re accepted, but as I said, I’ll speak to Danny.”
    Danny, like Cara, was part of this new uber rich set, although his parents were much more relaxed. His dad was involved with the music industry. Danny had a face full of metal too.
    “I’m not sure,” Virinder mumbled.
    “What do you have to lose?” asked Cara perceptively.
    The conversation seemed such a long time ago now. Danny had sponsored Virinder, and the rest was history. Secretly, Virinder was both terrified and completely out of his comfort zone. His thoughts turned to Noor and his stomach turned over. Why could he see what no one else could? She was a fake. Her facade didn’t fool him. Years of mistreatment and taunts had made Virinder sensitive to a certain type of person. Noor was a bully, he recognised the characteristics immediately, but she was clever, masking her true nature from his family.
    “Virinder.” He could hear his mother’s call. She was here. Virinder didn’t look at himself in the mirror. He must be strong; maybe she wasn’t as bad as he thought. He reluctantly went to join her.

Chapter 6
     
    The Braille Club Undone
     
    The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. The Braille Club has several new zones—Pandora is one of them. New zones means new experiences, and of course new rules. They are sleeker now, those rudimentary days a distant memory. The technology they use at the forefront of their success.
     
    Noor
     
    Noor approached the large house, and the tension of the last few hours with her father slipped away. This was where she belonged, this is what she deserved. She played her part well. Virinder’s family was on her side, she had sensed that from the beginning. Her potential fiancé, the thought still thrilled her, was perfect for her purposes. He was fat, shy and awkward. He would be easy to manipulate and control. Noor had spent a long time finding the perfect match. It hadn’t been easy after her father’s fall from grace but her beauty had been her greatest asset.
    The Bashir family were willing to overlook her lack of wealth in exchange for her genes. They wanted their son married and made no secret of their desire for a grandchild—correction, Grandson—but all in good time, thought Noor; all in good time. She saw the taxi driver looking at her as she checked her reflection in her compact. Slowly she re-applied her lip gloss. She checked to see if he was still watching. He was. Noor smiled at him. He was young and good looking, just her type.
    “What’s your name?” she asked boldly.
    “John,” he replied, laughing.
    “John, I will need a taxi later this evening. Would you be available?” she smiled again.
    “Just ask for me when you call it in. It’s Chaudhry, isn’t it?”
    “Yes,” she replied, pleased he remembered.
    He turned and gave her a card with his number. Noor paid him and promised to call. Squaring her shoulders, she prepared herself. Like any actor, she took a moment to get into character. Her confident, beautiful face changed to the shy and nervous demeanour she had perfected. She smoothed her hair which she fashioned in a long, plain plait. She didn’t want to go too far, so the clothes she wore were fashionable but demure. They would be disappointed her father would miss this special night. She thought of the sedative she’d given him earlier. He’d been asleep before she left and would never know she’d been out, let alone the small detail of her being engaged. She couldn’t risk him spoiling things as he always