| '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 - 3700 words
Target : 300
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08 | The Burden Of Honesty & A Case of Serial Abductions
The chauffeur loaded all three polycarbonate luggage bags into the boot of a black Cadillac Escalade and shut it back.
Noticing this, Karim uttered his next command into the transmitter of the compact handheld transceiver held in his left hand while the phalanges of his tactical black leather glove-clad right hand reposed on the shell of the holster fastened to his waist with the help of a leather belt.
Immediately, a total of fifty-five beefy yet agile-looking armed security professionals decked out in black ensembles and Kevlar vests underneath them, standing erectly adjacent to a fleet of Mercedes Maybach S 650 Guards stationed behind and ahead of the Cadillac, got the car doors open and probed into them.
As if on record, the patriarch and the lady in power beside him wended their way out from the stately porch of the Dogra Manor, with a slumbering toddler cradled in the woman's arms.
Opening the rear door of the black Cadillac with his right hand, Mahadevan beckoned Hinduja with his other hand to get into the car. Nodding her head once, she slid into the luxurious automobile.
He bolted the door and then took a roundabout around the posterior side of the car, followed by Karim. Then Karim imitated the same gestures the patrirach carried out for the matriarch a few seconds ago.
Stepping foot into the passenger-side door, he then settled himself on the seat and awaited his boss's order.
Mahadevan tipped his chin at his bodyguard, following which the said bodyguard again muttered some directives on his walkie-talkie. The entire convoy of modern luxury sedans came to life in a trice.
