"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm studying your rocks," she replied, taking a sip of beer to moisten her dry mouth, another symptom of the state of her nerves.
His smile disappeared, and his eyes widened. He glanced about and then he leaned towards her and whispered conspiratorially, "You know, I think that's the most forward thing a woman's ever said to me!" "But I like it!" he declared, sitting back with a huge Cheshire cat-like grin overspreading his face.
She took one look at him and burst out laughing. She hadn't fully swallowed the sip of beer she'd taken and some of it sprayed out.
"No, no," she choked out between fits of giggling, "I mean ... real rocks ... as in geology!"
"Oh!" He joined in laughing, looking somewhat sheepish.
This is the story of a young woman who travels to a remote area to do fieldwork for her Ph.D. in geology and all that she experiences there: rocks, nature ... and a man.
WARNING: this novel contains some real geology ... among other things ;-)!
ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀɪɴ, ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ ɪᴛ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɢᴏɴʏ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜɪꜱᴇ.
"Ahana" she screamed her breath catching in her throat
"shadi kar lo usse"
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"Ahana is alive!!"
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"tum jaise mard sei shadi Karu ? tum jaiso ko toh mei naukar na banau Ghar ka"
"you will regret your existence, because betrayal is not allowed in my world"
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"i feel like I forgot something so important on my life"
'𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ'
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"wanna reach her? Try, If you reach she is yours"
He smirked
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"Agar mei aapko chhor du toh?" She asked
"Maar dalunga" he spoke. Her breath hicthed.
"Aapko mujhse alag karne wale ko" he added
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"Oh, are we scared? Let it stay tangled, until he realizes he's the one who trapped himself in his own web."
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"If mistake can be this beautiful, toh galti bar bar ho jaye"
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"if she remembers everything she will hate me"
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"i can hate your everything but not you"
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"bhul kyu nahi gaye mujhe?" she asked staring him
"aap pei mar mar kei toh saas leta hu bhul kaise jau?"
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ, ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ.