| '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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51 | Dear Diary (18/05/2021)
May 18, 2021
Thursday,
00:20 a.m.
Dear Diary,
During my professional tenure in France, with the construction giant VINCI & Co. from May 2015 to September 2018, I used to work directly under the CEO Edward Leroy as a civil engineer cum architect.
I don't know how much of a trustworthy man I was in his eyes, but the cynical Leroy was distrustful of every other object or human that crossed his eyes. Everything and everyone except his fifteen-year-old daughter from his first wife, who had died after a prolonged period of terminal illness.
With his neck deep in a divorce from his second wife scheduled in around a month more, back in 2016, the man would weirdly repeat the same sentence over and over again—
'If your reason to live is alive and thriving, if your reason to live has not given up on you or themselves yet—you are not ruined yet. You are not dead yet. You are alive, and you will survive.'
Perhaps it was his way to console himself, to help himself out of the grief that had choked his throat the moment he had held his first wife's dead body in the hospital years ago, leaving behind his only reason to live, their daughter.
Some time later, in his own right, he thought getting married again would help him gain a mother for his daughter and provide him with a second chance at life. But the rest is history anyway.
It was in one of those cold and dark nights of winter in 2019 when I felt those hands on me, on my body, like a slimy little snake crawling up my skin. Maybe she thought that I could not hear everything or I could not feel anything. But I did feel everything. My eyes were definitely closed, but I did hear everything. And perhaps my closed eyes were the reason I mistook her for the woman I was once married to, Shivalika.
