| '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...
"May I come in, Commander?" She teased him, leaning against the door hinge, arms folded across her chest, her slender frame garbed in a pale yellow cotton saree.
The said commander, who was wiping himself with a towel after his morning jog, smiled ever so lightly, sensing his younger sibling's presence, "Yes, you may."
She strolled inside at a leisurely pace.
He glanced at her. "Ready for the office?"
"Yes." She nodded.
"What happened then?" He dropped the towel in the laundry bag, picked up the AC remote, and decreased the temperature.
She sat down on his bed, inside the room he was staying in, at the manor. "We haven't even had a proper chat since the time you've arrived."
"Yes." He walked towards the desk at the corner of the room to arrange a few work-related files placed on top of it. "But that's okay." He turned around, his lips still curled up to form a crescent. "Nothing will ever stop us from reaching out to each other, right? Why worry then?"
