Secrets Of The Heart ✓

Chapter 3 Shockers

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I never thought that I would meet someone like you but when I met you I stared believing that miracles are indeed true.

"Nobody messes with ACP Avni." she said.

Oh so her name is Avni. I thought.
Wait what! You are in police..I exclaimed.

"yes" she replied with her face gleaming with pride.

"Oh... OK..... "I replied in a weak and fumbling voice.

" why are you scared? What are you hiding, huh? "
She crooked an eyebrow at me.

I just stepped back and replied" Nothing you can understand.. "
I lowered my face. The past still haunts me.

Sometimes the scars of the past keep greeting you with faces you fail to forget or rather you don't wish to.

" Look mister I don't know you and neither do I wish to interfere in your personal matters. It's just that as I am a cop you can always ask me for help, it is my duty to help people ." she said hopefully.

I remember the same words flashing in my head although being spoken by someone else and probably with a different intention.

She snapped her fingers to take me out from my memoir, particularly the memoir I didn't wish to recall.

"I never saw you here before." I asked catechizingly.

"That is because I was transferred here just a month ago."
She replied.

Hey! You are talking to a stranger and that too a police man... oh wait a policewoman.
Back to it's work, my brain warned.

Oh but she is talking to you. And that too so nicely. She is a good human being.
My heart supported.

" Yeah even I think so "I said absent-mindedly.

" What? What do you think? "She looked at me like a child who doesn't know what the elders keep talking about all the time.

" No nothing just a bit of self talking."

" Maybe you should get yourself admitted to a mental asylum. You really need a psychiatrist. "
She said in a funny tone.

I narrowed my eyes and answered with pride "Talking to yourself makes you smarter. It is psychology, my dear."

"Hey don't call me MY DEAR. I don't know you, we are strangers." she rolled her eyes.

"Wow. Who admitted you to police? Must be some stupid administrator. You are a cop. A cop... Okay
And you are talking to a stranger. Didn't anyone tell you THAT DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS" I tried to annoy her.

I don't know but it felt good to hear someone trying to prove me wrong. To prove the great Neil Khanna wrong.

I looked at her, by this time her face was red and she was all set to turn me into her punching bag.

She stepped forward to give me a punch but I caught hold of her hand and turned her around.
Making her all shocked and suspicious.

She didnt look like a police officer, not to me at least. BUT she had that angry young girl thing in her and she was a damn good fighter.

Within a matter of few seconds she freed herself.

"Who are you? Those moves are trained." she inquired.

I could sense her getting impatient to know my name. But I wasnt an easy nut to crack and with that I replied, "I won't tell you. There are PRINCIPLES you know."

Her eyes widened and her frowned face made me chuckle.

"Whatever. But believe me I will find out. You don't know how much we are trained for such situations. " she smirked.

With a straight face I said, "I do and maybe even better than you."

Seldom life hurts those old cuts just make you strong. And to make you meet that someone who would heal them with love.

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