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hand-written-dreams · 1 month ago

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CRIMSOM SHADE

Chapter 04

Dangerous Games

Trigger warning

Everybody's looking for something.

Some of them want to use you.

Some of them want to get used by you.

- ( The song of the chapter is ''Sweet Dreams" by Eurythmics)

Everyone needs to learn from Khushi Sen Gupta how to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It's practically her speciality now-a-days.

It's like she has a knack for getting caught up in situations she shouldn't be anywhere near.

If she ever writes a book about her life, she would name it "Idiot's Handbook of How to Be in the Wrong Places Willingly." She's certain people would line up to read it. After all, how many mob daughters have the audacity to expose their chaotic lives for public consumption? It could even top the charts, if she manages to live long enough to put it on paper. But right now, survival feels like a long shot. With the way things are spiralling, she's not even sure she'll make it out of this evening alive, let alone back home in one piece.

Her gut twists into a tight knot as each unsteady step brings her closer to the deserted construction site, likely once intended for a farmhouse. Her footsteps echo eerily in the silence.

The grim-looking, dilapidated, half-built structure and its rusting steel beams loomed on the outskirts of the shady neighborhood. It only has roofs and pillars, with no walls around it. The ground is uneven, littered with debris, discarded materials and overgrown weeds.

She prides herself on her intelligence, but right now, all she can think about is how unbelievably stupid she is. A world-class idiot. The type who, despite her intelligence, follows the instructions of a stranger on the other end of the line without thinking twice.

''How did I let myself get dragged into something so reckless?"

In her defense though, she was trying to believe in humanity. Damn it.

Maybe she's just overthinking it. Who would even bother to set a trap for her? She's a nobody. If they were to kidnap her, then they might secure a hefty amount of ransom from her father, but that would clearly be a death sentence for them. Nothing is more valuable to his father than his reputation, not even his own daughter.

For her father, it's less about her safety and more about his obsession with control, over his men, over her, over her actions, over the leverage against her.

She has long since stopped feeling disappointed. It leaves her in a space that hovers between fearless and reckless.

Just like how she told her father she was heading to the shopping mall. Then She slipped away before his goons could catch up. She did this enough times to earn nothing but disapproving glances from him.

Shaking off the distracting thoughts, she squares her shoulders and moves toward the half-built structure as quietly as possible. The gravel crunches beneath her shoes. The site is spine-chillingly quiet, save for the occasional groan of shifting metal or the distant hum of the city, muffled and distant.

As she makes her way through the debris and broken equipment, her heart pounds, her hands feel clammy. The air is heavy with the smell of dust and decay, so is her breathing. Her chest feels tight, weighed down by the unnerving vibe of her circumstances.

Once inside, she takes shelter behind a pillar. Pressing her back against it, she hides while sharply scanning the area, her eyes darting for any sign of movement.

Khushi opted for a bold red shirt today, feeling unusually daring. The vibrant hue gave her an unexpected surge of confidence. She paired it with a high-waisted, faded jeans and pulled her hair back into a high ponytail. A pair of oversized sunglasses sit on her face, an attempt to hide her identity just a little. Her favourite sneakers are on, ready in case she needs to make a quick escape.

She takes her sunglasses off, slipping them into her jeans pocket. The thought that this might all be a trap refuses to leave her mind, making it nearly impossible to focus. It's like gnawing at her.

Before, she never had to worry about someone trying to trap her. But now? Didn't she just unintentionally make an enemy? Yeah, she made an enemy out of an enemy. Brilliant.

Do the Eagles really care enough to lay a trap for her? Just last week, she walked right into the den of the Eagles, had a face-off against the notorious Vulture and came out intact. She knows they have no interest in igniting a mob war. If they did, Arnav Singh Raizada would have exposed her little stunt that very night. But he didn't. He let her go.

But what if he changed his mind?

Shit, why didn't she think of that sooner?

It still stuns her that she was at the mercy of Arnav Singh Raizada.

The Arnav Singh Raizada.

He had her pinned against the wall, her own knives at her throat. And yet, he let her go. In fact, he even arranged for his manager to drive her back to her dorm.

Unnoticed, unharmed.

The walk from his door, down the stairs, and toward the front gate felt endless. With every step, she heard her heart pounding in her ears.

What did he say?

That he owned her.

That he'd collect his debt.

Fuck.

How could she possibly repay someone like Arnav Singh Raizada?

At the gate, two guards blocked her path but immediately stepped aside when a shadow from the first floor loomed over them. She glanced back. There he was, standing in front of a glass window, one hand in his pocket, and with a flick of his fingers, he motioned for the guards to let her pass. His eyes were never not on her.

A surge of overwhelming rage pushed aside her irritation, embarrassment, and mortification.

A man came out from the bungalow beside the main building, dishevelled, as though he had haphazardly thrown his clothes on.

"Hello, Miss Gupta, I am Aman Mathur. I'll be your driver today," he greeted her politely, a little breathless. He had an unexplainable calming aura about him.

Khushi couldn't help but offer him a small smile. "It's okay, you don't have to. I can manage."

"Oh, trust me, Miss Gupta, both of our lives would be a little easier this way." At the implication in his voice, her eyes snapped to the figure still watching them like a hawk. She felt her lips set in a hard line as his twisted just a little at the corners. And it's gone as soon as it appeared. Her fist clenched mirroring the anger in her eyes.

"After you," Mr. Mathur led her toward a car and, like a true gentleman, opened the door for her. Taking a deep breath, she went in after sparing a last glance at the first-floor window.

The entire ride had been a blur of disbelief. Disbelief at her own audacity. Disbelief at her failed attempt. Disbelief at how close she'd come. And most of all, disbelief at Arnav Singh Raizada.

A cool breeze brushes against Khushi's skin bringing her back to the deserted farmhouse, sending a faint tremor down her arms, goosebumps prickling her flesh in response. Yet, it's not the chill that unnerves her, it's the unsettling stillness like the air itself is holding its breath.

The sun hovers low, on the verge of slipping beneath the horizon, casting just enough light to stretch the outlines of the building into dark, haunting shadows across the ground. The fading light appears to play tricks on her eyes, making the shadows shift and twist as if they possess a life of their own.

She looks down at her watch.

5:38 PM

It's way past the scheduled time set by the informer. Her hand hovers over the Glock 43 in her pocket. It's a gift from her father on her twentieth birthday. She's never had to use it before. But never say never, right? That seems to be the ongoing theme anyway.

She's a minute away from walking away from all these shenanigans. The urge to run, to abandon it all, tugs at her stronger with every passing second.

The crunch of gravel beneath someone's shoes sends her nerves into overdrive. Her hand tightens around the gun. Just then, her phone buzzes in her pocket.

She soundlessly puts the phone in her ear.

"Are you here, Miss Gupta?"

"Yes."

"Where are you? I don't see you. Did you come alone? Did you bring the money?"

She feels a pulse of anxiety at his questions. "You'll only get the money after you tell me what you know."

"Miss Gupta, you can come out now."

"I'm not moving a damn inch until you explain why you brought me here," she demands firmly, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach.

He pauses, the silence stretching between them. "I'm unarmed. Please come out so we can be done with this."

His tone is almost pleading and she can hear the underlying desperation. The shadows around her feel alive and she knows she has to tread carefully.

She peeks around the corner of the pillar to see a young man with his hands raised above his head, a gesture of harmlessness. Maintaining her grip on the gun still in her pocket, she steps out.

As soon as she comes face to face with the guy, his eyes widen. His face twists into horror as if he has just seen death in front of him. However, his gaze is focused on something or someone, behind her.

Everything happens in a blur.

She feels a rush of air brush past her hair. The warmth still lingers in the air. And the man drops to the ground with a gaping hole in the center of his forehead. His eyes are still open.

"There you are, Bitterheart."

Her breath hitches.

He is here.

With his fucking deep and deliciously husky voice, that has whispered the dark secrets of murder to her, not too long ago.

The voice, dipped in poison and sin.

It has entwined itself around her thoughts and refused to let go since their last meeting.

"Sorry, I am late. I have been looking for you everywhere. " The barrel of a gun presses against her forehead as his breath trickles her ear. "Really, Miss Gupta, A red shirt. You look like a target even from a mile away. You should have just worn black."

She spins suddenly pressing her gun at the level of his heart as she comes face to face to face with the vulture.

Molted chocolate meets her hazel brown.

"And you should have stayed out of my business."

His eyes narrow slightly, though his face remains stoic. For a few tense moments, they stand in complete silence, just guns aimed at each other, eyes having conversation in secret codes.

He smirks without any amusement reaching his cold orbs. Before she can react he presses a certain point in her gun and the magazine just falls down.

She huffs. Great. There's no way she's getting on her knees in front of him to pick it up.

"You have a unique way to say hello." He cocks an eyebrow at her.

"We both know you're not sending me to heaven anytime soon like you did with this poor soul, Mr. Raizada. So, could we stop pointing weapons at each other every time we talk?" she suggests, pulling back her magazine-less gun.

"The taste of your own medicine is pretty bitter, isn't it? Make sure next time, to toss in a sprinkle of humility. Might help it go down a little easier."

He steps into her space, invading it completely. She feels the urge to take a step back but holds her ground. He trails the barrel of the gun down her cheek, then her neck and presses it in between her breasts. The material is cold against her heated skin.

The scent of his cologne, mingled with his sweat, is intoxicating. It wraps around her like a dark cloud. His face is close, so close that she can feel the heat radiating off his skin. His breath against her skin is warm as well, a stark contrast to the chilly wind swirling around them. Even in the dim light, the sharp flecks of orange and green in his chocolate brown eyes seem to ignite, burning through the darkness.

"There are places on your body I know better than you do, Miss Gupta," he says as his free hand slides around the back of her neck, forcing her to tilt her head upward, his grip strong. "Places you've never even heard of. Places that need only one touch from me." The gun rests heavily against her racing heart. "To send you straight to heaven or hell."

She holds her head still, refusing to break eye contact. His hand cradles the back of her neck while he towers over hers. His voice drops dangerously low. "Not everyone who dies goes to heaven, Miss. Gupta."

Duh, doesn't she know that? It's just a common phrase people use.

The grip tightens ever so slightly around her neck, a silent threat in the way his fingers flex against her skin. "Don't ever make the mistake of thinking you know me," he murmurs. "It might be your last."

"Is that a threat?" her eyes narrow.

"Does it sound like a compliment? "

What the fuck does he think he is?

Years of enmity boil in her blood, intertwining with the unsettling realization that this man not only possesses the fruits of her hard work but also has the audacity to manhandle her. He's the one who has shot her informer as well.

Her heart hammers in her chest, like a hummingbird. She grits her teeth, fighting the urge to snap at the sheer arrogance rolling off the man in waves. Her breathing speeds up as her lungs struggle to keep pace with the adrenaline surging through her. How is it that every man she meets seems determined to prove they're the biggest jerk in the room?

She steps into his personal space this time, pressing her hands against his solid chest. Her fingers splay wide as she solves him with all her strength, forcing him to stumble backwards.

Triumph flares within her as she catches the fleeting surprise on his face. In a split second, he steadies his stance, moving with a grace that might have impressed her, if he were anyone else. But she isn't finished yet. She charges at him again, only for him to catch her wrists, guns and all, in both hands. In one swift motion, he presses her against the nearby pillar, pinning her hands above her head.

Irritation, frustration, and a wave of overwhelming rage surge through her as she finds herself right back in the same infuriating position.

She tries to knee him between the legs, but he senses her move, swiftly blocking her leg and locking it in place with his.

She seethes at him, eyes blazing with fury. Her voice drops to an icy growl as she spits out her words through gritted teeth, "Never make the mistake of thinking you scare me. It might be your last as well."

His jaw tenses. The air between them crackles. The tension is so thick as if the atoms have come alive. He remains cold and unyielding, while an unexplained fiery heat surges through her veins setting her skin on fire.

"Believe me, Miss Gupta, the urge to kill you is fucking killing me right now. But you are more useful to me alive than dead. And I promise you, when your purpose is served, the last face you'll see before you die will be mine. "

He releases her wrists and steps back, sliding his gun into the waistband of his dark jeans. Meanwhile, she messages her sore wrists, shooting daggers at him.

Khushi's mind erupts with a whirlwind of curses, each one sharper than the last. She bites her tongue, barely holding back the barrage of insults ready to spill from her lips. She has a whole dictionary of words she could use right now.

Arrogant prick, Cold-blooded Bastard, jackass, douchbag, Evil Monster, Son of a ---no, too mild.

You fucking piece of shit, self-obsessed, vile, three-named motherfucking rakhsas. Fuck you and fuck your twisted God complex and your smug little threats, you egoistical Asshole.

The flood of fury pulses through her veins. She mentally cycles through every foul word she's ever known in any language. The urge to unleash those curses claws at her throat, each one begging to be set free.

Despite the seething rage that fuels her every thought, she feels an involuntary tug of curiosity pulling her gaze toward him.

And against her better judgment, She lets her eyes wander slowly, tracing the sure, steady fingers up to his forearms, exposed beneath the rolled sleeves of his black shirt, each one roped with muscle. A tattoo on his left forearm, she couldn't make out that night is now visible, peeking through the fabric.

A burning rose.

She shifts her gaze from his broad shoulders to his face. The stubble lining his sharp jaw defines his jawlines even more. It casts a shadow over his high cheekbones that models around the world would weep for.

It's infuriating to think that a man who looks like he steps off the cover of a GQ magazine can be such a colossal asshole. Such a waste!

Growing impatient, she scans the area, noting the absence of any other living souls nearby. Great. Here she is, at an abandoned construction site, with a notorious asshole from a rival mob family, who has lured her out here for a reason.

"Why am I here, Mr. Raizada?" she demands, frustration lacing her voice as she grapples with the chaos of the situation, desperate for clarity. "Why did you bring me here? And why did you kill your fucking pawn?"

He crosses his arms over his chest. "I didn't set him up, but he played his part brilliantly. He came here to tell you that NK is one of the Eagles and that he's underground now."

Her mouth falls open in disbelief.

"Why did you kill him then, if you were just going to give me the information yourself?" she exclaims, arms thrown up in frustration.

"He was breaking the rules."

"And you aren't?"

"I am the rule, Miss Gupta. No one dares to cross me."

She suppresses the urge to roll her eyes at him. Best not to push her luck too far today.

"I wanted to meet you without setting off any alarms," he says after a moment. "That's why I let him lure you out here instead of killing him somewhere else."

"How considerate!" She taps her feet on the ground, turning her head to look at anything but him. "Why do you want to meet me?"

"To talk about the hacker you mentioned."

"What about him?"

"You are under the impression that I've brought something from him." He met her gaze evenly, or at least as evenly as possible with those eyes that always seemed to be dissecting her every move.

She fixes him with a piercing glare, her eyes narrowed to slits. "I don't just have the impression. I know you have. I hacked his server. It all leads back to you."

"Except I didn't even know who he was until you so kindly enlightened me."

"Right. And I'm supposed to just believe that?"

"Yeah."

"And why's that?"

"Because I haven't killed you yet." His eyes are hard and dangerous.

"Yet? What's stopping you from doing it right now?"

"Well, as much as I'd love to, I don't feel like starting a war today. Despite our families' little blood feud, the truth is, neither of us can afford a war right now, especially with the CBI continuously after our tails."

She doesn't want to believe him, not for a second. But then, why would he go to such lengths to meet her here? The gears in her mind start turning.

"You don't have the evidence?" she asks eyeing him suspiciously.

"No."

"So you're saying someone went to the trouble of elaborately framing you, even down to forging transaction details, knowing full well anyone could trace it back?"

"Something like that."

"And why would he bother doing that?"

"I'd love to know that too," he states shrugging his should, eyes still locked on hers.

Frustrated, she crosses her arms over her chest, watching as Mr. Raizada's eyes flicker at the action before landing on hers once again. "So now what?"

She wants to snap at him and instil some manners in him. Staring at a woman like that is very rude, Mr. Raizada. Instead, she just stares right back at him. Hard. Two can play the same game.

"You're going to work for me."

Author's note: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Things are really starting to heat up, and I can't wait to hear your thoughts on what's going to happen next! Any guesses on what's in store for our love birds?

Until next time, stay awesome!

@arshifiesta @featheredclover @phuljari @jalebi-weds-bluetooth @chutkiandchotte @msbhagirathi @titaliya @arshiradio

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The Carnival

The Carnival Post Information: The Red Mafia's on a new mission to rescue some people who had gone missing at a nearby carnival. When Mad is quickly separated from the group, shortly followed by Maroon and Thorn, will Velvet and Solana be able to find them and make it out alive? Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 5075

6 days after "The Haircut" “Get your tickets here! Over here folks!” Velvet scoffed as the Red Mafia walked into the square. The area was packed with people as small children ran around with their parents chasing after them. Giant carnival tents and rides towered in the distance. Maroon pulled the sleeves of their brown mushroom sweater as they walked next to Thorn.

“Alright, I’ll go get the tickets,” Solana began, “Mad, you wanna come with? Not sure what language they speak here.” A smile appeared on the robot’s T.V. screen.

“Right behind you, Solana,” it said, turning to look at the three teenagers behind them, “We’ll be right back, don’t cause any trouble.” Velvet rolled her eyes.

“We’re not little kids, Mad.”

“Had me fooled,” Thorn muttered, letting out a quiet laugh. The assassin turned and glared at him before sighing.

“Whatever, go get the tickets.” Velvet plopped down on a metal bench and quickly pulled their phone out of their back pocket. Thorn sat down on the bench as well, followed by Maroon. The three teens sat in silence for a few moments.

“Well, this is an interesting way to experience a carnival for the first time,” Thorn joked, smirking at Maroon. They returned a small smile.

“Yeah, I guess,” they said, “The rides look cool.”

“We’re not here to have fun, Maroon,” Velvet stated, locking her phone, “We have a job to do.” Maroon looked towards the ground.

“Right…” Thorn rolled aer eyes and leaned closer to Maroon.

“We can sneak off and ride some rides later,” he mumbled, causing Maroon to chuckle.

“I heard that,” Velvet said, glaring at Thorn.

“Heard what? I didn’t say anything.”

“Don’t gaslight me, frūx.”

“I’m not lighting any gas, Velvet. You feeling ok?”

“Oh my gods-” Thorn broke out in a fit of laughter. Maroon looked up at their friend but stayed quiet.

“You are so fucking stupid, mihi deōs,” Velvet mumbled, standing up, “I’m going to talk to the others.”

“Tell them to hurry up!” Thorn called out as they walked away.

“No!”

“Mad, Solana! Thorn’s trying to gaslight me!”

“I- What?” Velvet stopped in front of the two of them and crossed their arms. Solana broke out into laughter at the teen’s serious expression.

“Thorn’s trying to gaslight me so I came over here.”

“...ok?”

“Phew, Velvet, you are too funny,” Solana mumbled, wiping a fake tear out of their eye. The teen lightly punched his arm but he put his hands up.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I’m-” the elf broke out into laughter again. Mad chuckled as the line slowly moved forward. Mad watched as the two jokingly argued (or, Mad hoped they were joking) and Velvet adjusted the strap on their side bag. They had slightly adjusted their usual style, ditching the hoodie for a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans. A red beaded bracelet sat on her right wrist, near a cluster of faded scars on her arms.

She almost looked like a normal teenager, if it weren’t for the dagger stashed underneath her pant leg and throwing knives in her black bag. A pair of tinted sunglasses sat on her face, a precaution to prevent a repeat of the shopping trip incident. Solana had a pair too, pairing it with green cargo shorts and a white t-shirt. The elf, however, strapped a small handgun to her belt and covered it with the slightly-oversized shirt.

A loud cough echoed from behind the three of them, cutting off Velvet and Solana’s conversation. They turned around to see a boy around Velvet’s age, with bright blonde hair and icy blue eyes. He smirked at them, glancing at Mad and Solana before locking eyes on Velvet.

“Why hello there.”

“Hello,” she replied, “Can I help you?” The boy was slightly taller than them, almost as if he was looking down at them.

“I was wondering if I could get your number?” Solana stifled a laugh, covering their mouth with their hand. Velvet closed their eyes for a moment.

“No.” The boy chuckled.

“Sure, sweetheart. How about I-”

“No thanks.”

“Aww, come on. No harm in it!” Velvet’s right hand fell to their bag. Solana quickly batted her hand away and Mad quickly grabbed her right arm.

“Come on, it’s time to get our tickets!” the robot said, pulling them away. Velvet followed along, letting out a groan.

“I’ll kill them.”

“They’re a kid, leave them alone.”

“Fuck off, Mad.”

Children screamed excitedly as the carnival staff opened the entry gate. Hundreds of people flooded in and quickly scattered around into the various tents. In front of the closest tent, a man stood on a platform juggling lit torches.

“Woah…” Maroon mumbled, “That’s really cool.” Velvet scoffed.

“Please, it’s fake,” the teen replied sarcastically. Maroon’s face dropped slightly, causing Thorn to glare at Velvet.

“No need to be such a buzzkill, Velvet,” Solana said, lightly elbowing the teen. Velvet rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Let’s just find a staff room and look around.” The group slowly made their way through the crowds of people. Velvet kept a firm grip on their bag as they moved through the crowd. The group followed close behind, using the path Velvet left behind them. Eventually, Velvet took a left towards a blue, unmarked building. As they approached they noticed a sign on the door that read “Authorised Personnel Only”.

“Perfect,” the teen said under their breath. One try of the doorknob revealed that the building was unlocked and the lights on. Thorn smirked and lightly elbowed Maroon’s arm.

“Well look at that, mushroom,” he said, “This mission should be easy. We’ll have plenty of time to ride the rides.”

“You two do realise this mission will probably result in the carnival getting shut down, right?” Mad said as Velvet examined the doorway. Thorn groaned.

“Damn, really?”

“We are solving multiple missing person cases,” Solana replied, “Of course they’re going to shut it down.”

“Bummer. We should go to another carnival after this.”

“You are a fucking child,” Velvet said, turning around, “Now walk through the doorway.” Thorn raised an eyebrow and Solana facepalmed.

“Why me?”

“Because I don’t want to get stabbed if it's trapped.”

“Oh, and I do?”

“You probably don’t, but I don’t really care what you think right now.” Mad sighed and walked in front of Velvet.

“How about I go through the door first so no one gets stabbed?” The droid said.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Velvet asked, smirking, “But sure, be my guest.” Mad stepped into the building, looking around for people. Velvet watched the doorway closely as Mad went down the entrance hallway.

“No traps?” Velvet wondered out loud, “This is too easy.”

“Hey, at least we’ll get it done quicker?” Maroon said. Velvet shook their head.

“No, something’s wrong. Mad, come back here.” Before the teen could react, the door slammed shut. The remaining mafia members jumped at the noise, causing a laugh to echo from behind them.

“What the fuck…” Thorn mumbled, looking around. Velvet quickly tried to open the door again, but found it had been locked.

“Shit,” they breathed, “Mad! Are you there?” When their question was answered with silence, they turned to look at their teammates.

“Maroon, Thorn. Go check the left side. Solana, you’re with me.”

Mad banged on the door again and was met with no response.

“They can’t hear me,” the robot mumbled, “Great.” They turned around to get another look at the building’s interior. There was a central, grey hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. Every so often, a green door broke the grey monotone.

The droid began walking down the hallway, looking at the signs on the doors. Most had been scratched out, as if someone was trying to erase them completely. A few were labelled as typical workplace things: bathrooms, a break room, etc. Every single door was locked, well, with the exception of the oddly shaped blue one at the end of the hall.

When Mad got to that door, they quickly noticed it wasn’t labelled at all. The doorknob was bright gold, or at least a material that gave that illusion. Mad reached out and twisted the doorknob, surprise washing over them when the door didn’t fight it.

“Huh…” the droid mumbled, opening the door fully. The room behind the door seemed to be some kind of computer room, with a giant monitor in the middle. It was powered off, despite the hundreds of wires connecting it to various pieces of machinery around the room. The room itself was dark, almost pitch black. If it wasn’t for Mad’s night vision and the light from the hallway that the door let in, they wouldn’t be able to see. The robot took a step forward towards the monitor.

“Mad?” a familiar voice called out, causing the robot to turn around. In the doorway stood Rhyme Reuter, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tie-dye coloured jean jacket. Mad’s screen featured an exclamation mark as they stared at her.

“Rhyme? What are you doing here?” Rhyme walked up to Mad, crossing his arms.

“Not important. What are you doing here? I didn’t think Velvet would let you all take a vacation day to a carnival. Also, why wouldn’t you invite me?” the thief joked, a smirk on her face.

“She didn’t, we’re on a mission.” Rhyme raised an eyebrow.

“A mission? At a carnival?”

“Yeah. Apparently, a lot of people have gone missing here recently so we’re checking it out.”

“Huh, interesting. Say, could you help me with something?” A smile emoticon appeared on the droid's face.

“Sure, what’s up?” Rhyme took a step forward and grabbed Mad’s wrist.

“Follow me, I’ve gotta show you.”

Thorn carefully looked around the corner of the building, scanning the walkway that went past it. A few of the patrons gave him weird looks, but he ignored them. Maroon walked up next to them and looked down the walkway as well.

“It’s all clear,” Thorn said, walking forward, “You see any doors?” Maroon looked at the blue wall.

“Nope, nothing.”

“Huh. Maybe that’s the only door in. Think we should try to break it down?”

“Maybe…” Maroon mumbled, “Let’s check the back first.” Thorn turned and saluted them, causing them to chuckle. The duo continued down the wall and turned to the back of the building. There wasn’t much space due to a hedge wall about a metre behind. Thorn stopped in front of an air vent that sat in the middle of the back wall.

“There’s a vent back here,” he said. Maroon popped up next to aer and leaned closer to the vent.

“Velvet uses vents, right? They could get through here as a last resort.”

“I’m not sure Velvet would fit through there, it’s pretty small.”

“True. Maybe-”

“Someone help!” a voice screamed, cutting off Maroon’s sentence. The teens turned towards the noise, which was coming from down the path. Suddenly, a little girl came into view, tears streaming down her face. She had light red hair that was pinned back with a flower crown made of pink roses.

She couldn’t have been over the age of 10, considering her shortness and childlike structure. She wore what appeared to be a uniform of a black and white plaid skirt with a pink blazer. The kid quickly looked around before locking eyes with the duo. Her eyes quickly lit up and she ran up to them.

“Thorn!” the kid shouted, wrapping her arms around the older teen, “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Thorn stared down at the kid, their eyes as wide as saucers.

“...Iris?” The little girl wiped the tears out of her eyes and smiled.

“Who else would it be, brother?”

Velvet kicked the wooden door again, but it refused to budge. They groaned and put their foot down on the ground. Solana stood next to them, arms crossed.

“All of them are locked?” the elf mumbled, “Weird, considering-” Velvet cut them off, throwing their side bag onto the concrete and looking around. The teen quickly spotted a fallen sign, which had detached from the metal pole next to it. She ran over and picked up the pole, returning to the door.

“Oh Gazra,” Solana mumbled, watching as they placed it in between the door and the doorframe.

“Gazra can fuck off,” Velvet replied, putting a foot on the pole. Before they could apply pressure, the door quickly opened from the inside. Velvet stumbled forward before Solana grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“Velvet, what are you doing?” A robotic voice asked. Velvet quickly stood up and threw the pole into the grassy area next to the path. They looked at Mad as Rhyme walked out next to them. His hair had changed since Velvet saw him last, now featuring ice-blue tips instead of pink.

“Well, I was trying to save you,” Velvet answered, gesturing to Rhyme, “But clearly you didn’t need me.” Rhyme smirked.

“Gotta be faster next time, Bolton.”

“Call me that again, see what fucking happens-”

“Chill, drama queen,” Solana said, letting go of their arm, “Who’s this?” Rhyme smirked and gave Solana a small bow.

“Diamonds, world-renowned thief and criminal extraordinaire. Which one of the newbies are you?”

“Solana. It’s nice to meet you, Mad’s talked about you quite a lot.” Rhyme raised an eyebrow at Mad.

“All good things, I hope.”

“As good as they could get about you,” Velvet mumbled, crossing her arms. Rhyme laughed.

“Sensing some hostility there, Bolton,” he said, “Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual.”

“What are you even doing here, Diamonds?”

“None of your business. I just need to borrow Mad here for a few, won’t take long.” Velvet forced out a fake laugh.

“That’s hilarious, Diamonds. And 100% not happening.”

“Velvet-” Mad began, but Rhyme interrupted it.

“I just saved them from being locked in the building for who knows how long. It’s the least you can do.”

“Why, so you can steal some pocket money and a few chocolate bars? That’s rich.”

“Yeah, I will be rich when I finish this. Which is why I really need their help.”

“Just go back to your original plan without it, asinus.”

“Considering things have changed and I was about to call it anyway, no.” Mad sighed and grabbed Rhyme’s arm, stepping in front of him.

“Velvet, it won’t take very long. This’ll let Thorn and Maroon try some of the rides like they wanted to before we end it.” Velvet glared at Mad

“We have a fucking job to do-” Solana quickly covered Velvet’s mouth.

“Go for it, Mad,” the elf began, pinning Velvet’s arms to their side so they couldn’t fight against them, “We’ll handle the mission. Just let us know when you’re done.” A smile emoticon appeared on Mad’s screen.

“Thanks, Solana.”

“No problem. Have fun.” Rhyme quickly grabbed Mad’s arm and pulled it forward. She ran deeper into the park with Mad barely being able to keep up. Once they got out of sight, Solana let go of Velvet.

“What the hell, Solana?” He looked at Velvet and sighed.

“Sometimes, you’ve gotta let them do their own thing. The four of us can handle the mission just fine on our own.”

“I’m going to tell you that when we fucking die.”

“How? You’ll be dead.”

“I- Shut up.”

“Brother?” Maroon asked, staring down at the small girl. She turned to them before letting out a quiet squeak. She jumped behind Thorn, who was staring at her with a few tears forming in aer eyes. She grabbed aer legs and stuck her tongue out at Maroon.

“Go away!” She shouted. Maroon blinked a few times before looking at Thorn.

“Thorn…?” they began, “Are you ok?”

“I-” Thorn mumbled, “What…”

“Thorn! We should go. Mom will be expecting us any time now!” Iris said, grabbing Thorn’s hand and attempting to pull him forward. Thorn knelt down and pulled the girl into a hug.

“I’m…I’m so sorry,” Thorn choked out, “I’m so sorry.” Iris looked at it with a confused look.

“What? Why?” Thorn closed aer eyes tightly but didn’t answer.

“Thorn, why are you crying?” Iris asked, looking up at her brother, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Thorn stumbled over aer words, “You…you didn’t.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I just missed you so much, bumblebee.”

“I was only gone for a few hours.” Thorn shook his head.

“No, Iris, you’ve been gone for a lot longer than that. How…how did you even get here?”

“Mommy brought me? Didn’t she bring you too?”

“Mom’s here?” Thorn breathed, their body freezing. Iris nodded.

“Of course she is, she and Papa would never let us go to a carnival on our own!”

“Iris, I need you to take me to her. Now.” Iris laughed and grabbed aer hand.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do, silly!”

“What’s happening?” Maroon finally asked. Thorn looked up at them and stood, still hanging onto Iris’s significantly smaller hand.

“It’s…hard to explain,” he mumbled, looking at the ground. Maroon took a step forward and pulled their friend into a hug.

“It’s ok, you can tell me when you’re ready.” Thorn nodded, slightly resting their head on their shoulder. When they broke apart, Iris was staring right at Maroon.

“Are you my brother’s boyfriend?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. The two teens went bright red, Maroon burying their head in their hands.

“Iris, no-” Thorn said quickly, “We’re just friends.” The little girl frowned.

“Aww, so no brother-in-law?”

“Iris!” She laughed, gripping Thorn’s hand harder.

“Come on, momma’s waiting!” Iris pulled Thorn behind her as she ran forward. Thorn almost fell over, grabbing Maroon’s hand. Maroon pulled him upwards, steadying him as Iris kept pulling them along through the park.

Zaeor’s phone buzzed as the god was about to take a bite of his turkey sandwich. He sighed, setting the food down and grabbing his phone off the table. He sighed as he read the notification.

“How does this always seem to happen?” he mumbled, unlocking the phone and dialling a number. It rang once before the other line picked up.

“You couldn’t let me eat my sandwich, huh?” he joked.

“Fuck your sandwich,” Velvet said from the other side, “Can you do a magic scan of this place?”

“I already did, didn’t I tell you?”

“You did, but I want you to do another one.” Zaeor raised an eyebrow.

“Another one? What are you looking for?”

“She thinks there’s an illusionist running around,” he heard Solana say from the other side of the phone.

“Hello, Solana.”

“Hey, Zaeor.”

“Anyways, Velvet, an illusionist? Do you know-”

“Yeah, they’re extremely rare, blah blah blah. But hear me out.” Zaeor let out a sigh.

“Alright, go,” he said, standing up from his chair.

“We’ve searched every place in this damned park,” Velvet began, “There’s nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. No leads, no slip-ups, nothing. There’s been no suspicious activity the entire two hours we’ve been here. All the staff have no previous criminal record, not even any school disciplinary action!”

“Why did you check their school records?-”

“Anything can be evidence.”

“I’m not sure that’s a solid legal argument.”

“Tried telling her that,” Solana added before letting out an “ow”, no doubt from Velvet elbowing her.

“Not to mention Thorn and Maroon have…vanished or something.” The god’s eyes widened.

“Wait, Thorn and Maroon are missing?”

“Presumably, yeah.”

“And you didn’t lead with that?”

“It’s not why I’m calling you so, no.”

“I-” Zaeor stopped mid-sentence, letting out a sigh, “Continue.”

“Anyways,” Velvet stated, “Unless it’s an outside party, which is unlikely due to the carnival's lack of reaction to the kidnappings, there’s some kind of magic going on.”

“That’s fair, but why an illusionist as opposed to just a normal magician?”

“Think about it, Zaeor. How could a normal magician hide a kidnapping?”

“Mind manipulation?” Velvet groaned.

“You just love talking about mind manipulation.”

“Hey, it’s a cool power!” Zaeor chuckled, going up the pitch-black stairs that lead to the second floor of his home.

“A ‘cool’ power that would’ve showed up on the initial magic scan.” Zaeor stopped in front of one of the doors at the top of the stairs.

“Oh, you’re right.” Velvet sighed.

“Everyone loves doubting me recently,” she mumbled. Zaeor sighed.

“That’s not true, I just wanted to hear your reasoning-”

“It’s not important now,” the teen interrupted, causing the god to shake his head.

“So you think an illusionist is kidnapping people and using illusions to hide it? But why?”

“To fulfil some sick desire, I don’t know.”

“Experiments maybe?” Solana chimed in.

“Maybe, seems weird though,” Zaeor said, opening the door, “Well, I’ll run an illusion scan and call you back. Stay hidden and blend in.”

“Alright-”

“And find Maroon and Thorn! Where’s Mad?” Velvet groaned.

“We’re just. Not gonna touch on Mad right now,” Solana interrupted, “We know where they are and they’re fine. Just…not here.” Zaeor raised an eyebrow.

“That’s…ominous.”

“Yeah, I’m realising that.”

“But, whatever. If this really is an illusionist, you’re definitely going to need Maroon and Thorn.”

“Yeah yeah, I know. Call me when you find something.”

“Alright, I will. Good luck and don’t be stupid.”

“I’m never stupid.”

“That’s just a fucking lie,” Solana mumbled.

“Solana-”

“And don’t kill Solana!” Zaeor added. Velvet groaned again.

“Fucking fine! Alright, we’re going.” Zaeor groaned as he hit the end-call button on the phone. The god sat down on the large office chair in front of several different monitors around the room. He didn’t move for a few moments but eventually waved his hand. The turkey sandwich appeared in his hand as he booted up the device.

Alright, let’s see what’s going on.

Rhyme laughed as the pair slowed in front of a chain link fence. In front of them, a gate stood far above Mad’s TV. There were no signs on the fence, but beyond it stood a huge pink and blue circus tent. Mad looked up and down the fence but saw no gate.

“What is this place?” the droid asked.

“It’s the V.I.P. section.”

“The carnival has a V.I.P. section?” Rhyme shrugged.

“Yeah, it has like, special arcade games or something. All I know is that there’s a lot of money in there.”

“So what do you need my help with?”

“You see,” Rhyme began, walking towards the fence, “The fence has something on it. I thought it was electrified at first.”

“At first?” Rhyme slowly bent down and picked up a fallen branch from a nearby tree and chucked it at the fence. As soon as it made contact with the metal, the wood burst into flames. Mad took a step back in shock.

“I…don’t think an electric fence could do that.” Rhyme laughed.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.”

“So it’s magic then? Mad said, turning towards him, “Why does that mean you need my help? I’m not exactly known for magic.”

“True,” Rhyme mumbled, turning away, “But I think there’s some kind of control panel to it. Think you can find it?” Mad looked at her before looking back at the fence.

“Maybe…” the robot took a few steps forward, “Are there any wires?”

“It’s magic, I don’t think it would be controlled through wires.”

“I don’t know, then,” Mad mumbled, “Did you see another control room?” Rhyme crossed his arms and looked at it.

“Hm,” she mumbled, tapping her foot, “Oh! Yeah, there’s one nearby.” Mad turned around, a smile on their TV.

“Well then, Diamonds, lead the way.”

“Didn’t I tell you to call me Rhyme?”

Velvet kicked a rock down the sidewalk. People streamed past her, down the path towards the kiddie rides. The aroma of freshly popped popcorn and funnel cakes filled the air. Children screeched happily while their parents chatted behind them. Velvet took a step forward, only to find a piece of chewed gum had attached itself to the bottom of her combat boots. They let out a loud groan and ripped the gum in half.

“Stupid fucking place,” they mumbled, “I can’t wait for this to be fucking over.”

“Vel, no need to be such a downer,” a familiar voice called out. Velvet’s eyes widened and she quickly spun around. There stood a boy about 13 years old, a big smile on his face. His bright emerald green eyes looked warmly at them, something they hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

“Here,” he said, holding a pretzel out to her, “I got one for you. No need to be an edge lord.” Velvet stared at him, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“Vel? You ok?”

“...Caran?”

“Yeah? You feeling alright?” Velvet stepped towards him. The boy smiled, holding the pretzel out to them. Velvet ignored it, however, swinging a punch at the boy's head. He stumbled backwards, the pretzel falling to the ground with a loud thud. His bright blonde hair covered his face as he winced in pain. People stopped walking to stare at the developing scene, some parents even ushering their small ones behind them. Caran placed a hand on his face and looked back at Velvet, who kept her composure and crossed her arms.

“That’s about all the proof I need,” they mumbled, shaking their head, “Next time, illusionist, pick someone who’s still alive.” Caran’s eyes widened as Velvet took a few steps forward and kneeled down next to him.

“W-what are you talking about, Vel? O-of course I’m alive, I’m right here.”

“Now listen very carefully, illusion,” they whispered, glaring at the boy, “I can’t dissolve you here, that would make me look suspicious. However, if I see you again, in this form or any other, I will dissolve you on sight regardless of the consequences. Am I clear?” The illusion nodded fearfully, causing Velvet to frown.

“That looks wrong,” they mumbled, standing up.

“Velvet, what on Gazra are you doing?” Velvet turned to see Solana pushing through the crowd, who were whispering as the scene unfolded.

“I know we’re dealing with an illusionist now.”

“What? How?” Velvet stepped to the side as she stopped and gestured to the illusion on the ground.

“Take a look.” Solana’s eyes drifted downwards to the boy, who had tears streaming down his face. Their hands clasped over their mouth and they quickly dropped to their knees.

“...Caran!”

“Sol!” He jumped forward and pulled the elf into a hug. It took a few seconds for Solana to process what was happening but he quickly returned the gesture.

“Oh my gods,” she breathed, “You’re…alive!”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding,” Velvet breathed.

“Sol! I-I don’t know what I did but I-I tried to give Velvet a pretzel a-and-” the illusion stopped to take a breath, “S-she just punched me!” Solana turned to glare at Velvet, but the teen just looked confused.

“Velvet-”

“Solana, are you serious right now? This-” Velvet gestured towards the illusion, “can’t be real. Caran is dead.”

“Or, he could be standing right in front of you,” the elf mumbled, turning back toward the illusion, “How did you escape Unor?” The illusion paused for several seconds before sniffling.

“H-he almost killed me. But I ran. I’ve been wandering the wilderness for- I don’t even know how long it’s been now.”

“See!” Solana exclaimed, pulling him into another hug, “I knew you weren’t dead.”

“You’re an idiot,” Velvet stated, running a hand through her hair, “Maybe there’s some mind manipulation going on after all.” Solana ignored them, instead focusing on the small boy in front of him.

“I can’t believe-” the elf paused for a moment, “I’m so glad you’re ok.” Caran sniffled and buried his face in Solana’s shoulder.

“I missed you,” he said, though it was muffled, “I thought I was seeing things when I saw you guys here and-”

“Shh, it’s ok. We can talk once we get somewhere else. Velvet-” The elf turned to talk to their friend, but she was already gone.

Eventually, Iris slowed down, allowing Maroon and Thorn to catch their breath.

“She’s just over this fence, in that tent!” Maroon gave the child a confused look.

“Why is she outside the park?” they asked. Iris turned back to look at them.

“She’s not outside the park,” she began, “That’s the V.I.P. section!”

“V.I.P. section?” Thorn asked, “I didn’t know carnivals had a V.I.P. section.”

“And what’s with the fence?” Maroon questioned. Iris frowned at the duo.

“I don’t know, how would I? All I know is that mom’s in there.” Thorn put a hand on Iris’s shoulder and smiled.

“Right, sorry Iris.” Maroon looked at the little girl before sighing.

“Sorry.”

“We just gotta find a way over the fence…” Iris mumbled, looking around. Thorn laughed and turned to their little sister.

“Don’t worry, bumblebee, I’ve got that covered.” It kneeled down and pulled her onto its back. Iris let out a small shriek but a big smile took over her face once Thorn stood back up.

“Piggy-back ride!” she screamed, throwing a hand in the air. The two teens both laughed, causing Iris to turn back to look at Maroon.

“But what about Mar-Mar?” she asked, “I don’t think he’ll fit on your back.” Maroon’s eyes widened.

Mar-Mar? How-

“They,” Thorn corrected, snapping the teen out of their thoughts. Iris looked at him.

“Oh. They.” Maroon looked at the young girl.

“It’s okay. And I have my own ways. I’ll meet you guys over there, okay?” Iris’s smile returned and she nodded.

“See you there, Mar-Mar,” Thorn said with a smirk. Plants quickly grew from the ground and propelled the two of them over the fence. Maroon heard Iris screaming as they flew but then- nothing. The two of them completely disappeared from view, as if they had vanished. There was only the sound of patrons behind them and the wind. Maroon’s eyes widened.

“Thorn? Iris?” they called out. No response. The plants Thorn had grown quickly withered and died in front of their eyes, which sent a chill down the teen’s spine. Maroon grew a mushroom underneath them and looked over the fence. Nothing seemed out of place, just normal fake grass that was spread around the carnival. The tent still stood in the distance but no one seemed to come in or out of it. Maroon took a deep breath before looking at the ground once more and hopping over the fence.

#/the red mafia #/trm part 3 #/chapter 034 #/velvet #/velvet bolton #/maroon #/maroon pembrooke #/thorn alviar #/solana #/solana roison #/mad valentine #/the carnvial #/iris alviar

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How to Choose the Best Fashion Accessories for Your Style

Fashion accessories can transform even the simplest outfits, making them a must-have in every wardrobe. From gold earrings designs for daily use to trendy oversized square metal sunglasses, accessories can enhance your overall style. In this blog, we’ll explore different types of accessories and how to choose them based on your preferences. Read more: https://medium.com/@emteeceein/how-to-choose-the-best-fashion-accessories-for-your-style-c663d6225934

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Top Sunglasses Trends: Styles You Need to Know!

Sunglasses are not just a necessity item that protects your eyes from strong sunlight, but a trendy accessory that radically changes your style. Whether flying to the beach or just heading out casually around the city, the right sunglasses will update your outfit and block those harsh UV rays from your eyes.

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One of the biggest trends in sunglasses for both men and women is the return of oversized frames. Think bold, square designs that cover up a large portion of your face, providing a chic yet laid-back vibe. These statement-making sunglasses will not only give off a retro feel but also allow for enhanced sun protection. Oversized cat-eye sunglasses are extremely fashionable for women. Carrying the vintage Hollywood glam, they define the movies. While men can opt to use chunky, square-shaped frames that very easily interpret boldness, oversized sunglasses come with the advantage of fitting any face type and immediately adding drama to an outfit.

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When you want to make a statement, you go for oversized frames; however, sunglasses are the best idea when you are low-key. What distinguishes this trend most of all is an affinity for thin, metal frames, clean lines, and understated designs. Minimalism is also versatile, so these shades go well with anything from casual occasions to formal events.

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Colored Lenses: Add Some Fun

If you want to inject some fun into your wardrobe, then colored lenses are the way to go. Vibrant, playful, and perfect for warm weather when you feel like being adventurous with your style, coloured lenses are for everybody-from pastel pink to bold blue, or even yellow. It's not uncommon to find coloured lenses in casual as well as high-fashion circles.

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The oversized round glasses are back in fashion, and they're not a minute too soon given the '70s theme. Inspired by vintage '70s-style versions, these funky glasses will add that vintage feel to your wardrobe. They also flatter nearly every face shape and have a great casual-to-style vibe.

The most beautiful option is when women go for round frames with thin gold or tortoiseshell detailing, and men for much darker frames or even colored lenses to give a modern update to this retro trend. Whichever way you go, from the inner rock star to something low-key, round sunglasses are versatile enough to use for daily routines and special occasions.

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Sustainability is the lifestyle now. There are more brands offering sunglasses that are preferably made from recycled or biodegradable materials. These eco-friendly shades are as visually appealing as they feel good, so great for men and women that the designers took into consideration the impact on the environment.

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2024 Eyewear Trends: The Must-Have Frames for Every Style

Eyewear has evolved far beyond its utilitarian purpose of vision correction. It is now a bold expression of personality and style. In 2024, eyewear trends are embracing individuality, creativity, and sustainability, offering something for everyone. Whether you're looking for subtle sophistication or daring designs, the must-have frames for every style in 2024 are all about making a statement. Let's dive into the top trends that will dominate the eyewear scene this year.

1. Retro Revivals: Nostalgia Meets Modern Design

Retro-inspired eyewear continues to make waves in 2024, with frames that nod to the past but with a contemporary twist. Oversized frames, popularized in the 70s and 80s, are back in full force. Think bold, thick frames in acetate, exuding vintage charm. Aviators, another classic style, are also reimagined for modern times with sleeker lines and mixed materials. These frames are perfect for those who love a bit of nostalgia while staying fashion-forward.

For men, square or rectangular frames in neutral tones like tortoiseshell and black add a touch of masculinity to retro designs. Women can embrace oversized cat-eye frames, blending old-school glamour with a modern edge. The beauty of these throwback frames is that they are versatile and can suit both casual and formal looks.

2. Minimalist Frames: Understated Elegance

On the opposite end of the spectrum, minimalist eyewear is all about subtle sophistication. Thin metal frames, in colors like gold, silver, and rose gold, dominate this trend, offering a refined and clean aesthetic. Wire-rimmed glasses, with their barely-there appearance, are ideal for those who prefer a low-key, elegant style.

Rimless and semi-rimless designs are also popular in 2024, providing a minimalist approach that lets your face take center stage. These frames are incredibly lightweight and comfortable, making them ideal for all-day wear. Minimalist eyewear is perfect for professionals, as it adds a touch of refinement without overpowering the overall look.

3. Sustainable Frames: Eco-Friendly Fashion

As sustainability becomes more of a priority in fashion, the eyewear industry is also stepping up with eco-friendly options. Brands are now offering frames made from recycled materials, bio-acetate, and even biodegradable components. These frames are designed not only to reduce environmental impact but also to look stylish and modern.

In 2024, expect to see an increase in plant-based and recycled materials used in eyewear production. From wooden frames to biodegradable acetate, eco-conscious shoppers can now enjoy both fashion and sustainability. Many brands are also emphasizing the importance of ethical production practices, making these frames a must-have for environmentally conscious consumers.

4. Bold Colors and Patterns: Express Yourself

If you're looking to make a bold statement, 2024’s eyewear trend of vibrant colors and striking patterns is for you. Gone are the days of sticking to neutral tones—this year, eyewear is all about experimenting with color. Bright reds, blues, and even neon hues are making a splash in both sunglasses and prescription glasses. Patterned frames, such as tortoiseshell with a twist, animal prints, and geometric designs, are also gaining popularity.

For a fun and daring look, opt for frames with colorful lenses or gradient effects. These frames allow you to showcase your personality and creativity while staying on trend.

5. Geometric Shapes: Angular and Asymmetric Designs

2024 is also the year of breaking traditional eyewear molds with geometric and asymmetric designs. Angular frames, such as hexagons, octagons, and other multi-sided shapes, add a modern, futuristic touch to any outfit. These edgy designs offer an avant-garde look that’s perfect for those who love to push fashion boundaries.

While angular frames are a key part of this trend, asymmetry is also making waves. Frames with uneven lines or uniquely placed details, such as contrasting arms or lens shapes, are a bold choice for those who enjoy artistic, unconventional styles.

Conclusion

Whether you're a fan of retro styles, minimalist elegance, or bold, modern designs, 2024’s eyewear trends have something to offer everyone. With a focus on individuality, sustainability, and creativity, this year’s must-have frames are all about helping you express yourself. Whether you're opting for oversized vintage frames, sleek minimalist designs, or eco-friendly materials, the key to nailing the eyewear trends of 2024 is confidence and personal expression. So, go ahead and pick the frames that suit your unique style!

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Ray-Ban Sunglasses Buying Guide: How to Choose the Perfect Pair for Your Face Shape

Ray ban sunglasses have long been a symbol of style, sophistication, and quality. Whether you’re looking for something casual or chic, a pair of Ray-Bans will always make a statement. But with so many designs and models, how do you know which pair will suit your face the best? This guide will walk you through how to choose the perfect Ray-Ban sunglasses based on your face shape, ensuring you not only look great but also feel confident in your choice.

Why Face Shape Matters

Choosing sunglasses that complement your face shape can make a significant difference in your overall appearance. The right pair of sunglasses can balance out your features, enhance your best traits, and even give you a more symmetrical look. Ray-Ban offers a variety of styles, each suited to different face shapes, so understanding which shapes work best for you is the first step in finding your perfect pair.

Identifying Your Face Shape

Before diving into which ray ban sunglass suit different face shapes, it’s important to identify what your face shape is. There are five common face shapes: round, square, oval, heart, and diamond. Stand in front of a mirror or take a selfie and evaluate your face’s proportions and contours.

Round: Your face is about as wide as it is long, with soft angles and no sharp lines.

Square: Your jawline is strong, and your forehead, cheeks, and jaw are nearly the same width.

Oval: Your face is longer than it is wide, and your features are balanced.

Heart: You have a wider forehead and narrower chin, often with high cheekbones.

Diamond: Your cheekbones are the widest part of your face, with a narrower forehead and jawline.

Best Ray-Ban Sunglasses for Each Face Shape

1. Round Face

If you have a round face, your goal is to add angles and length to your features. Sunglasses with sharp lines or geometric shapes will provide contrast and help balance the soft curves of your face.

Best Styles: Wayfarer, Clubmaster

Why It Works: The classic Ray-Ban Wayfarer with its angular, trapezoidal frame is a great choice for people with round faces. The sharp lines add definition and help elongate the face. Another excellent choice is the Ray-Ban Clubmaster, which features a thicker upper frame and thin lower frame, adding structure and breaking up the face’s natural roundness.

Keyword Tip: The Ray-Ban Wayfarer is a timeless option for those with round faces, offering a blend of style and structure. You can find Ray-Ban sunglasses for men and women in these designs, making them versatile for all.

2. Square Face

A square face is defined by a strong jawline and prominent forehead. For this face shape, the goal is to soften the angles and create a more balanced look. Curved or rounded frames are perfect for achieving this effect.

Best Styles: Aviator, Round

Why It Works: The Ray-Ban Aviator is a top choice for square faces. The large, teardrop shape helps soften the angular lines of the face while adding a touch of classic elegance. The rounded Ray-Ban Round Metal sunglasses also work well, bringing in gentle curves to offset the sharpness of the face.

Keyword Tip: Square-faced individuals looking for classic elegance should consider Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses. Whether you're seeking Ray-Ban sunglasses for men or Ray-Ban sunglasses for women, these models are universally flattering.

3. Oval Face

Those with an oval face are the lucky ones, as nearly every type of sunglasses looks great on this shape. The balanced proportions of the oval face mean that you can experiment with a wide range of styles, from bold, oversized frames to sleek and minimalistic designs.

Best Styles: Aviator, Wayfarer, Oversized

Why It Works: Since an oval face has well-balanced proportions, the Ray-Ban Aviator and Ray-Ban Wayfarer both work beautifully. For a bold statement, you might also opt for oversized frames like the Ray-Ban Jackie Ohh, which adds a fashionable edge while maintaining the harmony of your face’s natural features.

Keyword Tip: With an oval face, you have the luxury to explore various Ray-Ban sunglasses designs, whether you're shopping for Ray-Ban sunglasses for men or Ray-Ban sunglasses for women.

4. Heart-Shaped Face

A heart-shaped face features a broad forehead, high cheekbones, and a narrower chin. The key here is to choose sunglasses that balance out the width of the forehead and draw attention to the lower part of the face.

Best Styles: Aviator, Cat-Eye

Why It Works: Ray-Ban Aviators are an excellent option for heart-shaped faces because their wider top and narrower bottom mirror the natural shape of the face. For women, Ray-Ban Cat-Eye sunglasses add a playful, retro vibe while also balancing out the wider forehead by drawing attention toward the cheekbones and jawline.

Keyword Tip: Ray-Ban sunglasses for women like the Cat-Eye or Ray-Ban Aviator are ideal for heart-shaped faces, offering both style and balance.

5. Diamond Face

Diamond-shaped faces have prominent cheekbones, a narrower forehead, and a tapered jawline. The goal with this face shape is to enhance the cheekbones while balancing the narrower forehead and jaw.

Best Styles: Oval, Rimless, Cat-Eye

Why It Works: Ray-Ban Oval sunglasses and rimless designs are perfect for diamond-shaped faces. They draw attention to the cheekbones while softening the angles. The Cat-Eye style, with its upswept edges, can also highlight the cheekbones, adding a touch of glamour without overpowering the face’s natural symmetry.

Keyword Tip: For those with a diamond-shaped face, Ray-Ban sunglasses for men and Ray-Ban sunglasses for women come in various oval and rimless designs that can complement your unique features.

Final Tips for Choosing the Perfect Ray-Ban Sunglasses

While face shape plays a major role in finding the right pair of sunglasses, it’s not the only factor to consider. Think about the following when selecting your next pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses:

Color: Choose a frame color that compliments your skin tone. Black and tortoise-shell frames are versatile and classic, while lighter hues like silver and gold work well with warmer skin tones.

Fit: Make sure the sunglasses fit your face properly. They should sit comfortably on your nose without sliding, and the lenses should cover your eyes without overwhelming your face.

Personal Style: At the end of the day, choose sunglasses that reflect your personal style. Whether you love vintage-inspired designs like the Ray-Ban Clubmaster or prefer a modern look with the Ray-Ban Aviator, the perfect pair is the one that makes you feel confident.

Conclusion

Finding the perfect pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses can feel overwhelming with so many options, but by understanding your face shape and the styles that suit it, you can make a choice that enhances your natural beauty. Whether you’re searching for Ray-Ban sunglasses for men or Ray-Ban sunglasses for women, knowing your face shape is the key to choosing a pair that’s both flattering and fashionable. Now, it’s time to grab your next favorite pair and step out in style!

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