| '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 : 4400
Target : 120 Votes
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61 | Man & Woman
"I want a divorce."
She clasped her hands behind her back, her formal white shirt peeping out from underneath he black blazer. She had her eyes set on him, her visage blank.
His body ossified for a few seconds, as his lips slightly parted away from each other.
His arms dropped down from over his taut chest as his hands mitted into fists stiffly behind his back. He smiled ever so slightly. "Say that again." He took a step forward in her direction. "What do you want?"
"I said let's get separated." A bright ray of light coruscated over the lenses of her specs, getting refracted through it. "I want a divorce." She tilted her head. "In fact, I need a divorce. I can't live with a man who thinks he is entitled to meddle in my professional space."
He simpered, picked up the envelope from his table, tore off its seal flap, and pulled out a few printed sheets. His eyes waded through the contents of the papers, like two arrows shot from a bow. "You signed them already?" He averted his gaze from the divorce papers to her impassive self.
"I did." She nodded. "You sign them and finish all of this for once and for all too."
His jaw ticked, yet he maintained his sangfroid exterior, smiling at her. "What makes you think that there'll ever be a divorce agreement between us?"
"The moment you sought papers for Raghav sir's transfer to Port Blair, that's the moment a divorce agreement entered the story."
He inclined his head towards the left side of his shoulder. "Raghav sir? Not Raghav this time?" He chuckled. "How sad." He paused, taking off his specs and wiping its glasses off with a kerchief he fished out from his pant pocket. "Now that I think about it, Katoch would have been better off in the holy heavens than in the islands of Andaman and Nicobar, huh? What do you think?"
