| '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...
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Word Count : 3600
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20 | The Search At Night
| 11th May 2023 |
| 2200 Hrs. |
|Night|
"Nishchay, this particular space here..." Pointing the sharp tip of the HB pencil at a certain part of the blueprint on the massive work table, The Dogra Patriarch continued, "This space between these two finials seems monotonous. It needs to be a lot more organic, so how about we create a quadrant here?"
Nishchay Adhikari was a senior architect at Dogra Corporation, directly working under patriarch himself.
Glancing at the space where his superior was pointing, he quietly assessed the arch between the two finials. "Sounds good. If we do add a curve here, it will create an unhindered movement, almost a form of fluidity. It will feel much more natural." He put his point forward.
Mahadevan hummed while tidily rubbing off the previously drawn straight line with an eraser and then replacing it with a clean curve with one dexterous stroke of the pencil in his fingers.
He then lifted his head to catch a glimpse of the old Thomas Tompion clock on the wall. How time had passed for the clock to reflect ten-thirty p.m. on it was something beyond his comprehension. He had drowned himself in work since morning to shut off all the abstruse sentiments that were nitpicking at the core of his worst characteristic traits---the same ones that had the power to pulverize whatever little he had so gruelingly earned in the last few months.
