| '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 : 5600
Audio Theme : Ezra |Title Music|
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46 | Lekha Tamang
15th May 2023
Morning
| 0715 Hours|
Drenched in perspiration, the sweat-soaked fabric of his grey gym t-shirt clung to his torso as he worked with the battle ropes while bending his knees into a quarter squat position, with his feet hip-width apart.
The battle ropes created a double-wave snake motion beating against the air in the atmosphere.
He let out a barely discernible grunt as a drop of sweat trickled down his wet black curls.
Two crisp knocks rapped against the wooden barrier separating the gym from the rest of the apartment. He slammed the battle ropes to the ground after swinging them up and above his head.
Letting go of the ends of the ropes from his tight grip, he swirled his tongue over his moisture-deprived lips. "Come in." A directive followed.
The door slowly opened to reveal Gurung. "Dr. Pradhan is here, Saab ji."
"Okay."
Fifteen minutes, a quick shower in the washroom attached to the gym and change of clothes later, he entered the bedroom.
Karim stood nearby while Gurung was offering a yellow smiley ball to the chubby petulant toddler cradled in Manoramaa's arms.
Two grown men and one grown woman in black ensembles and a tubby toddler in Doraemon-themed pajamas was a weird sight even for the Doctor, who was settled on an arm chair stationed next to the Diwan. The nursing assistants gulped the moment the towering and imposing masculine figure advanced towards them.
