| 'Time' Series: Book One |
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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 around her.
Her newly wedded husband, the...
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Word Count : 2890
Song : Raat Akeli Thi | Merry Christmas |
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25 | The Shadow On The Brass Flowerpot
Through the mantilla of her tranquilizing silence, Mahadevan realized the fact that she lived in the realm of retribution and he in the world of moral conundrum and redemption. She lived in the remembrance of the days when she was happy. He on the other hand lived in a constant battle to omit the memories of the days that made him feel empty.
His eyes keenly observed her as she detached her shivery hands from his tight hold. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she averted her gaze from his, and then she promptly strode straight out of the study.
Mahadevan gulped. His jaws ticked as he blankly stared at the wall.
And in the spur of the moment, the very next second, he picked up the MacBook and violently slammed it right against the wall ahead. The MacBook destructively dashed against the wall, smashing itself into smithereens.
