| 'Time' Series |
| Time#1 : Book One of The 'Secrets Duology' |
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The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma.
That's what Hinduja Rao always thought.
But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else aro...
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Word count - 6000
Song - Back To Black | Amy Winehouse |
Target : 300
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05 | The Patriarch, The Matriarch & The Cub
Karim knocked twice on the magnificent Brazilian Rosewood door.
On the far right corner of the door, on the pristine white-washed wall—printed in bold, black, and capital letters on a golden nameplate was the name of the Dogra patriarch.
A faint yet firm word of affirmation resonated behind the doors. Stepping aside, Karim turned towards her, and then, with a bow of his head, he gestured for her to enter inside.
Taking two steps forward, she nodded and then adjusted the crisply ironed pallu of her navy blue linen saree.
With a deep breath, she rotated the door knob with the cold fingers of her slender left hand, gave it a miniscule push, and then entered inside. In a matter of seconds, there was an instantaneous shift in the aura of her surroundings.
Closing the door behind her, she stood firm, her back ramrod straight. If the term 'aristocratic' were to be a place, it had to be this place, because this place screamed of old money—the money that bowed to the man to owned it.
The energy around her was intensely calm and refined yet so potently autocratic at the same time—so assertively commanding—like the man she was married to.
With his shirt sleeves rolled up to his Herculean upper arms, his right oxford-clad foot crossed over the other, he was sitting on the royal brown settee, which was perched up on the right side of the dark imperial oak wood tiled floor, his specs-clad eyes focused on the Bhagavad Gita in his hands.
"Keep your tote there on the table." He signalled with the thick index finger of his left hand while inserting the prayer bead-like bookmark back inside the holy bookwith his right hand.
