Chapter 12:- Abyss Of Lies

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Author's POV

On the other side (Today's morning scenario at Shekhawat's )

Shanti Bhawan (virtuous Lane Bungalow no. 8)....

A peaceful morning.....as all the storm raising inside....

In a dark room with little light a man desperate look is waiting for some news...

Morning light poured through the window, casting a divine glow on his chiseled features.

His sharp jawline and sculpted cheekbones seemed carved by the gods, framing piercing eyes that commanded attention.

His broad shoulders strained against the tailored shirt, threatening to burst free with each movement.

The fabric clung to his powerful biceps, accentuating the ridges of muscle beneath.

Dark hair tousled across his forehead, beckoning fingers to tame its unruly waves.

A hint of stubble shaded his jaw, lending a raw edge to his polished appearance.

Full lips curled into a subtle smirk as he worked, sending shivers down spines.

His athletic build seemed molded for action, not confined to a desk.

Each keystroke radiated confidence, his fingers flying with precision.

The morning light danced across his face, illuminating a master of his domain.

His gaze locked onto the screen, intense and unyielding. The air around him vibrated with power, drawing all eyes to the majestic specimen that was him.

As he leaned back in his chair, his tailored pants stretched across his thighs, showcasing the muscular contours of a man who commanded control.

The subtle bulge of his chest hinted at a chiseled torso, honed from hours of intense workouts.

His eyes narrowed, focusing on the screen as his fingers danced across the keyboard.

Each stroke was a testament to his unyielding drive, his unrelenting passion for success.

A hint of cologne wafted through the air, enticing senses and sparking imagination.

The subtle scent of leather and spice mingled with the tang of fresh coffee, intoxicating all who dared to breathe it in.

His stare getting intense with each sip of coffee.....

He was completely lost in computer screen until a voice interrupted him...

Sir may I coming.....

He looked up and ordered in a deep authoritative tone...

Come in...

A man in his late 20s enter in the room with a bundle files in hand....he looks quite tired as if we pulled a overnight....

Adarsh:- "Good morning Agastya sir" (he greeted him...)

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