| '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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72 | A Hug, Some Comfort, A Few Signatures, & A Whetted Hairpin
| 29th May, 2023 |
| Monday |
| Morning |
| 0945 Hours |
Clasping the straps around her ankles, she got up from the diwan, adjusting the folds of her pale grey linen saree while he stared at her from a corner. His taut back leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his chest, and his eyes set on her. His lips were curled up to some degree.
Aware of his stare, she shut her eyes for a fleeting second, facing him, "Why do you keep staring at me like that?"
He shrugged, quirking a brow. "Why? Now you will penalize me for even staring at my wife?"
She sighed, hitting her forehead, "Let it be. No point in discussing anything with you because anyway getting a straight answer from you is akin to asking Vijay Bhai to stop watching cinema."
He chuckled walking closer to the Diwan, entering her vicinity. Then bending his waist he matched her eye level, "जैसे भी हैं—" He paused, brushing his lips against her forehead, "आपके हैं।"
She felt her breath getting caught in her throat for a passing second as blood gushed into her face and ears. Gobsmacked, she tried to open her mouth to say something but nothing came out.
