| '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 : 3000
Song : Labyrinth | Taylor Swift |
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26 | The Harley Hog
Mahadevan stepped into their bedroom and walked towards the four-poster bed erect in the middle of the room.
Scrolling through the WhatsApp group Anirudh's Karate mentor had created a week ago, he perused the latest message that had popped up on the screen while waiting patiently for his wife who was showering inside the bathroom.
Scrunching the skin sandwiched between his brows, he clicked his tongue. The academy had conveniently postponed the orientation program to the next day morning without any prior notice.
Shaking his head, he wended his way towards the wireless charger kept on the bedside nightstand to put his phone on charging. He then turned around and walked in the direction of the closet.
Closing the closet door behind his back, he rotated his neck and stretched his shoulders and arms to release the stress accumulated in his body. He then unclasped the watch around his left wrist and started sauntering towards his side of the closet when his eyes fell on the pale pink linen dupatta with grey borders sprawled on the diwan.
A faint and quick curve of his lips graced his face as he picked it up from the diwan and brought it towards his face, inhaling in the familiar fragrance of vanilla mixed with citrus along with exceptionally subtle notes of watermelon.
The very fragrance that was enough to heavily intoxicate him for the rest of his life and beyond.
But then his ears quirked up the moment he heard the faint sounds of the shutting off of the shower. Rapidly aiming the delicate piece of pale pink fabric in his hand back onto the diwan, he hastily turned around to move forward with the initial task he was here for, just when the silver bathroom door handle gyrated in its axis.
