| '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 : 3500
Song : Awari (Ek Villain)
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33 | Red, Fiery, Flaming Ichor
Two nursing assistants and a constable rushed towards them hurriedly. Consequently, the sub-inspector was carefully carried into the ambulance on a stretcher.
Meanwhile, the SHO of the area along with two more constables marched towards the spot where the DCP and the criminal profiler were alert on their toes, both of their frames in a crouching position next to the dead body of a supposed perpetrator.
"Jai Hind, Saab!" The SHO shifted his gaze towards Hinduja. "Jai Hind, Madam!"
The two constables followed up with their salutations as well.
Raghav passed a nod. "Jai Hind."
Hinduja stayed still, her pupils clashing against the pupils of the corpse.
"Torch." She said.
The SHO promptly handed his torch to her.
Switching it on, she focused it directly on the man's eyes. His pupils didn't dilate; they remained still.
Indeed, he was dead.
Her gaze then landed on the white froth that had splurged out of his mouth. Shifting the focus of the light emitted by the torch towards the man's hands, she examined them.
Pale and slender. Almost like the hands of an artist.
And around the pale and slender fourth finger of his left hand was a silver ring. Right on its lustrous bezel was what looked like a macroscopic pillbox. And on the pillbox was the carving of a flower.
She adjusted her specs, bringing her head closer to his hand. The carving looked similar to the outline of a lily blossom.
