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Piazza di Spagna

(The Spanish Steps)

Credit goes to uploader (rainbowis)

My small dedication to

Bruce banner and Betty Ross (The Incredible Hulk)

Ethan Hunt and Julia Meade (Mission Impossible III)

being written for Maan and Geet

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Part 1: The Proposal Scroll down
Part 2: The Piazza situation Scroll down
Part 3: Destiny's children
Part 4: Closed doors
Part 5: Code 10 Lockdown
Part6: When that is all you got...
Part 7: The carrot dangle
Part 8: One down, one to go
Part 9: Lab rats

Part 10: A slip into an Abyss

Part 11: Point of no return

Part 12: To be or not to be

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Part 1: The Proposal

"What?" She asked, her eyes disbelieving the white dazzling rock in his hand, her face set in a stolid arrangement while the air around her felt sucked through the drain where she was doing the dishes.

"Oh! common baby...I just said it like three times, Marry me..."

Diminished ability to process hearing, a slight tingling at the finger tips and a rush of blood all draining away from her head, her sight muddled with a gauzy stretching at the ends...Overall, she knew she would faint any second if she was going to stay there longer.

Just then, an uproar of voices came exclaiming gaps of surprise and hoots. Their friends staged at the living room must have been ushered in at that precise moment for effect, for their indisputable ability to raise any puerile event and attach grating momentousness to it. So, this wasn't a going away party for their friend Sarin at all and now she had to make a decision for what was left of the after.

She'd met Dev in a small gathering at a friend's place for an impromptu movie screening, when she'd been indefatigably struggling with the remnants of memory that strung along after the incident. His instant charm had been noticeable, lingering in its quality even after she'd gone home and lasted until he'd made a move and called her a whole three days later.

"I would ask you out for coffee but then all that time between from when you settle with a cup in the chair to the time I'm opening the door for us to leave is only going to make you want to stay for dinner. So, I will save you that trouble from the start and ask you straight to dinner...How about that?"

It was something about the way the r's rolled off of Indians who spent most of their lives in italy, that irritated her, the alphabet never quite leaving their tongue in time as how the Italians had it, the roll of it concomitant with the natural sounding of the last syllable. And she thought, it was the one thing she was particularly thankful in how Dev had uttered 'door' or 'dinner' that had made her want to accept the dinner date. That and the way his silent laugh over the phone, stirred something vivid in her, a run through with more distinct imagery to the constant stream of pictures she saw in her head. Of Piazza di Spagna (The Spanish steps) and the cobblestone alleys that ran close.

Much to her unspeakable dislike, Dev had taken her there on their first date night, after dinner, and she'd felt her knees buck then, her heels click a tad bit louder than usual against the stones, her hair fly away in wisps with a new whoosh of the wind, her eyes engaged in a steady search...of what, she couldn't tell and she'd had to practice that much more composure in her eyes every time she turned when Dev addressed her, when her body had been surging to raise a mutiny, her head filled with whispers of the past, all of them muddled and disquiet in the way they slithered around in her head.

In that silent haunting, she'd decided to stay with Dev. For the memories were never that potent when he wasn't around. Prior to that night she'd gone off wandering to the Piazza many a time. But not once had she heard what she'd heard then, "...and that is what I want you to have...l'apres...the after" in that voice that was never a recollection away from her and yet unheard of, indistinguishable in the spray of sounds that echoed at the Piazza.

She'd been found there unconscious, as a victim of a local blast that had gone off at the corner from where the Piazza stood. There were never confirmed or certifiable reports on who or which organization were responsible for the blast, but it had cost her much. Her memories that reached far into a year from the blast day were wiped clean in her head, a hissing static in its presence that gave her a crucifying headache every time she'd tried to bring them back to the present. It was irreparable at best, the doctors said and she believed them as she was bound to believe her loved ones. The doctors and nurses and the patients there were her family, she was one of them after all, working away days at time and never leaving the Ospendale until she needed a fresh change of clothes or socks for her sneakers. She'd come to Italy to pursue her residency after her final year of medicine at London and remained there even after completion, making an untiring bond with the local people there. The hospital had asked her to restate her license after the head injury and seeing how it had not impaired her knowledge of medicine and her fine judgement of diagnosis and treatment, they had taken her right back in. Her placement again in St. Rosa Ospendale had been a small solace compared to what she sought while taking the Piazza steps on her way back from work. She was there almost all evenings...rain or shine, waiting for all of that lost year to come back.

Now almost a year and half later, this proposal was expected. Dev was promising marriage to her and she couldn't have been more lax with how she'd heeded his advances.

Dev was still holding the ring close to her face and her face shrunken, chin tucked in, she was writhing in a fight to escape the minute, to tug at it and let it slip into the drain and have it lost from her sight forever. She eventually gave him a shudder from the non-existent shock, a muted cough of whimper and turned around to hug him, her soapy hands soiling his fine Italian cotton shirt.

"I love you baby..." She managed to coo into his ears, while their friends clicked sweeping frames of her every slightest movement as she stayed in Dev's immersing hold. Well, she wished he wouldn't catch the wild aberration in any length of time, in the subtle assuming he would have to do that she would marry him too whenever they would get to that part of their engagement. Giving him a forthright 'Yes' or 'No' wasn't in her might to deliver.

"This is just so sudden..." She tilted her neck, to peck him at his cheek, but his lips found her within that small shifting of her body and she found herself kissing him painfully in the maneuvered thrust of her body against his, a clear ring of reluctance in the gasp that escaped her mouth.

"I need to leave now..." She said pulling away and rushed out taking the ring and picking up her hand bag that was slouched in the living room carpet.

"Where...wait..." Dev called out behind her.

"No...I just need to take care of Butters...she might have wandered off"

"Butters is with Mrs.Roselletti...you said so yourself"

Butters, her cat, had extradited her out of many a distressing situation at her whim. however, she hadn't needed Butters to come to her rescue when she was with Dev. At least, it had not been the case in a long time and neither had it occurred to her that she would need Butters to be her backup when she'd entered Sarin's house that evening.

She was buckling her helmet under her chin even as she started her vespa with a kick against the sole of her heel that could have slipped and hurt her calf had her foot been any farther away on the pedal.

"Geet...wait...is something wrong" Dev asked, the befuddled shake of his hands in front of him bare and open with exasperation.

"No..." She paused after she jerked her vespa forward to lift the stand and looked at him, a bit contemplative now about her running.

"I will see you in the morning Dev...not tonight...just not tonight"

She was gone after that with the wind in her face, her hair tailing behind as a restless mass of black cloud around her head and with a burn in her heart that was beginning to engulf her in the whole.

Somehow...vague and illogical in her reckoning, she knew that the answer was at the Piazza all over again...

To be continued...

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fantastic start hasini . would love to read more and more .

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Edited: Now this is certainly different...Geet has amnesia?! Is it the biased part in me saying, she's only with Dev because her memories are most potent when with him? And what happened in that one year that she lost, that causes her to keep going back to Piazza di Spagna? Something or someone special, perhaps? ;)

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You will know your answers then...

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Part 2: The Piazza situation

'Capisce' The director asked and he nodded while still absorbing the building layout.

"We can't risk any of your reckless damages this time. Your budget for the year is already running out. Play careful...all you have to do is tag his jacket and get away" He looked up then, unblinking, sharp in his gaze and the director shuffled about his foot, clearing his throat

"I mean...its only a tag for godsakes...don't give me that shakedown stare of yours..."

"Very much Arthur" He responded with a flick of the pen on the layout, "Only the technology that surrounds him picks up even the trace of mercury in his piss from the fish he has for dinner...and I'm expected to be walking around him as humanly as possible and still function as a ghost"

Giovanna walked in just as the two were still going at each other for a reasonable sanctioning of funding needed for the Collar job - the agency namesake for such tagging missions undertaken. Giovanna and he often argued that it was only appropriate to call their mission so, given how the fancy drug and weapons peddling lords were sometimes as baroque and flamboyant as pink poodles were to the dog creed, instead of the morose death vibes their order certified them to give away.

Giovanna cleared her throat to get his attention and when that didn't work, she addressed him directly, "Maan...we have a situation at the Piazza"

The way her syllables twisted with an up-rise of an usually defunct stress, made him turn to her, while he was still in conversation with his director. He looked at her with the same expression he held on his face a moment ago, though his gaze shifted to a measured wariness while Giovanna remained placid and at a repose by the door.

He broke off and turned fully to face her, "Nothing that won't sort out on its own, you..."

Giovanna cut in, her tone with its usual reproach "The situation has been in position for the last three hours Maan. I doubt its going to take care of itself this time"

"Is something of the matter Maan?" Arthur asked, "We can talk later if you want. We still have a week to plan this out" The agency's director reserved his mildly excusing ways for him and Giovanna alone. They were relics of the agency, gone too far into the crypt to ever return back to light or have a straight hand at a normal mundane life, or to ween themselves off the high-tech nano-gadget ways of getting a job done. Simply put, they would never trust another living soul with their life or their secrets. Civilians were too stupid or too mawkish and sentimental for them. But despite what the agency did to them, in molding them to be ghosts, in ladling them with the hidden dangers of the world they lived in, in making them just as dangerous and inhuman as the terrorizing and barbaric men and women with their incorrigible dreams of world domination they fought against, there were slips. He'd been one of the agency men to have erred and be rescued and still recompensing the agency for the months he'd gone rouge and disappeared on them. He hadn't known then that every miscalculation an agent made hunted them down, while some even haunted them to death. Arthur didn't know what the Piazza mistake would do to his favorite agent, but he knew just as much that there was nothing else Maan would want to attend to then.

"Arthur...let's meet tomorrow. Its already late now and I have to attend to this" He said and without waiting for an acknowledgement, he was off, pulling Giovanna by the arm as he sped past the door.

He entered his room with Giovanna behind him. She clicked a few button on the remote at his desk and the shutters along the glass of his room began working its way down with a low hum. His office stood in the far corner of the hallway, but was open and revealing in how it was glass walls on all four sides.

"Get me Sarin on the line..." He said as he spread his fingers into a fan and raised his hand slightly above his head. A flickering screen showed itself in the thin air and green font of numbers and letters began scrolling fast at an incomprehensible speed. The screen soon cut to a live feed of the Trevi fountain. He swung his arm on the screen from left to right and the live feed of Rome from different cameras began racing in-front of their eyes. The Piazza showed up after a few scrolling gestures of his wrist.

"There...by the blue vespa...she is in a brown trench" Giovanna said as the electronic beeps of a dialing phone began rising in the background. She'd just given a voice command to dial Sarin's cellphone.

He could place her at the same place from more than three years ago. She'd didn't have those bangs then, layered until it fell in row with her eyes, making it difficult for him in that distant feed to know if they were clouded with a mist of tears. If there was those blobs of tears that made the green of her eyes a luminous portal to all that she had bundled inside her. Both the known and the unknown secrets of her.

His finger tapped on the image of her and spread his fingers into a fan again to zoom in. She was looking far to her left as if she was waiting for something or someone to show up. He noticed that she was elegantly dressed for a simple evening, though only the fringe of her dress showed up from the bottom of her trench, her hair tightly strung into a high pony and far more straight than the last time he'd seen her in a feed and her pumps, he thought, were too pointy for her taste.

"Hello..." Sarin sounded attentive, his voice cramming into a thin whisper "G...is that you?"

"What the f*** is she doing out there?" He took the call, before Giovanna could answer.

"That bas***d couldn't keep her inside...I have already given him two years to work his charms on her..."

"What did you think?", however hushed Sarin sounded, the contempt there was distinct and uncontainable. The two friends had stood their grounds for long when it came to the Dev matter.

"Dev proposed to her today..." Sarin spoke now after taming down his justified anger.

Giovanna flipped her gaze to Maan and he was motionless, focusing at something on the ground as he had been a second ago, his stance unrelenting in how his hands were resting on his black graphite desk.

"Did she accept?" Maan asked with the same paralyzed sentiments in his voice when he discussed Russian politics.

"I don't know" The answer came from Sarin, "Dev is certainly upset from the way she ran from home after that. But she'd hugged and kissed him before she left, so I'm assuming all is still well in their world"

A flinch in the back of his hand, the minutiae being too small for any third person to grasp. Not for Giovanna though.

"Do you want me to go get her?" Sarin asked when he didn't hear anything for a long minute.

"No..." This time, Maan sounded unsure, the slight tremble of his voice giving away much to the other person present with him in the room, "Let's give her another hour...She will be tired of whatever it is she is doing there and would want to leave soon"

The call ended and Giovanna began without giving him any time to savor the sharp breath of air he took in, the same reviving air, they both knew he needed to recover from the news he'd just heard.

"We both know what she is waiting to find there..." She removed the cover from the glass of water and handed it to him. He looked down at her hand and straightened himself and walked through the holographic screen, on which she still stood with her hands folded, to the far end of the room. With one hand shoved into his pocket, he loosened his tie with the other and gazed outside, at the bustle of people still walking the grey cobblestones at the dimming hours of the night.

"After the kind of eloping adventure she gets to live for a few months, running all over Europe and living without a care in the world like two smitten teenagers, you don't expect her to forget all that and be happily married to another bas***d...who doesn't do justice in giving her anything even remotely close to those memories she is in the lookout for..."

He turned in profile then, a weak smile at his lips, "You are forgetting G...she has no memory of it..."

"Look" Giovanna reached his side and pointed at the mirror image of her facing them, "This to you looks like she has forgotten any part of it..."

"She can't help it..." He was back to looking out the glass again, "It's the place she was found at unconscious after the blast...She thinks the place has a strong connection to finding that last year erased from her mind. We can't do much if she believes so..."

Giovanna folded her arms and faced the glass too, her fine black silk wrap dress crinkling in a silent hiss as she forcefully held her hands from hitting him.

"And what do you believe in Maan?...when you sit in your chair alone and watch her there for hours at end?"

Maan's eyes flicked to her, questioning in its urgency, a vehement betrayal there, now that she'd worded what they both knew she'd been aware all along. He twisted his head to a far corner and didn't feel the need to acknowledge what she'd said then.

"Go to her Maan..." She sounded a lot like the Giovanna he'd known from the early years they'd started at the agency, with the same frail trust she imparted then, "Just once...No one has to know. Not even Arthur"

She was insistent now, "Give her what she is looking for and perhaps that will quell all her doubts about what she feels when she comes to the Piazza...Fortunately she won't recognize you, so you can still be yourself. Make her believe that she was only looking for a cheap thrill before she gets tied down with Dev..."

As low and dirty as it sounded, it was an equally promising plan at that, vile in its motives and yet appealing.

When he didn't raise his objections to her talking, she started to walk out of the room, her stilettos clicking hard against the floor, stark in the deathly silence of the room.

"I'm going to tell Arthur you are off for the next two days..." She said, as the door creaked behind him.

"It's complicated G..." He finally managed, more as a response to his own misgivings that were beating loud against his chest.

"I'm sure its complicated" He heard her stop by for another moment, "Just as complicated it was when I had to leave Sarin and I'm certain you know all about that too..."

He turned then to watch her eyes blink and drag itself to the floor. She stood there pausing for an instant and without another word before she closed the door of his room and walked away.

They needed their silences, all of them at the agency knew, which gave them their will to persist in that flux of emotions and honed their skills at killing any surge of those human sentiments that slowed them down at their jobs.

The screen flicked for a moment and the uncalled for glitch was the last thing he needed to take his eyes back to her. She was digging into her purse for something...and he looked on, helpless and driven to remain so...exactly as he was all those times there were just him, the aching buzz of the screen and the live feed of her in the room.

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Part 3: Destiny's children

In a flicking gesture of his wrist, the screen was gone and he fell into his high-back sleek, yet ergonomically suited chair and tested out the swiveling power of the pivot arrangement below his cushion; the agency had shelled a gazillion dollars into getting one for every agent's private quarters.

"A date?" He heard her then in his head, eons ago from their first meeting at her Opensdale. She'd laughed in her green scrubs, a white coat and a stethoscope going around her neck while scribbling something into a writing pad; the shrill sounds of her laugh following vague music notes he couldn't place then while she said, "Find me someone to fill me in for tonight...then I will think about it..." She'd walked away after that without so much as finding it erroneously odd that a patient's friend was proposing a date only after two visits of her usual patient rounds. And he'd stood there taking in her receding form, the fall of her hair in a mass of curls, the slight squeal of her shoes, the pink mini mouse on her wrist that stood out in its agonizing color and shape from the rest of her. When he'd been about to consider if the watch had been a present from a kid who had been her patient and she was just about to round the corner, she'd turned in profile, slow, a pace he couldn't tell if it was slower than the one stroke of a clock's second's hand, and quietly given her surprise away. In the small stretching of her lips at the ends, in the quick blink of her eyes. One moment, he saw a very green iris cloud with a question, an inhibition, a sentiment that was nascent in its making and then disappearing behind the stale yellow wall of the hallway the curved into a door.

He remembered, he'd smiled then with his hands in his pockets and come back into his partner, Thor's room and given a high fist pump into the air.

Turning fully sideways, he looked out again into the dark alley that began right outside the glass wall. The night's black was too black now, and inside his room there was much light in contrast, making him wonder where the shadows were...having buried themselves into the white and black that existed around him.

"Activate Delilah..." He said even as no one was in the room.

"Hello...How may I be of service to you Maan..." The uber-intelligent supercomputer that kept every bolt and nut of the building in check, sounded in response.

"Access vault" He said.

"Password please", was what he got in response.

"Avant fourty one P nine N twelve P five E "

"Password accepted" Delilah said in her shrill electronic female voice.

"Play folder 261208"

"Playing folder 261208" Delilah re-confirmed needlessly and the holographic screen came back on with a slideshow of pictures, tinted with a sepia tone of a couple dining at a street restaurant, while the crowds milled about doing their evening walks. The screen switched to the woman alone in green scrubs, sitting with her feet up on a hospital bed and hugging her knees to the chest with a mini mouse watch on her wrist as she flashed a generous smile for the picture.

"Arrange in a collage" He gave another voice command and Delilah put together a random collage of five pictures of the same couple from the first picture indulging in intimate moments at different time scales: some at night, some during the day, others by the beach and one that was high up in a mountain - at the remains of a monastery; and one where the woman had her cheek pressed to that of the man, while he appeared to be ecstatic at best as the picture was being clicked.

The last picture that showed up was enlarged to fill the entire dimension of the opposing wall. It was of the same woman, naked under the sheets with an orchid tucked behind her ear and leaning her head onto her elbow while she was caught in some sort of a shy refusal to pose for the picture, the light smeared at the corners of the picture showed, in partial, the shake from the photographer's hand.

He got up from his chair and walked to sit by the edge of his desk. Pointing to the woman's face, he zoomed in with a fanning gesture of his fingers and her face drew nearer, bringing into focus the tinge of redness that was spread wildly on her forehead from the sharp streak of red line that disappeared into the side parting of her hair.

He looked on at the veil of her lashes that hid the green of her eyes from him, as long as he could and ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes the moment he felt the tumbling weight of the woman's intense delicateness in her coy features strike him, with all the forces of nature summed up at their fiercest forms. For a moment there, he thought the flesh in his chest was searing, the vacuum of it more pronounced than ever.

"Shutdown Vault" He said and the room was as any normal room would be, when he opened his eyes.

"Feed Camera 314" He gave another command for Delilah, and the screen was back on, lit with a feed of the piazza. The rain was pouring now and he could see her still standing by her blue vespa, her hands reaching far across the sides of her body to keep herself warm.

"Stupid girl" He whispered, studying her.

"Stupid is your middle name Maan, not mine" Delilah quipped and he rolled his eyes at the sometimes disbelieving sassy wit, their fellow agent, Thor had built into her system.

"Not you darling...now I wouldn't want to be so ungentleman like to you...would I?" He answered while his eyes remained on the screen.

"Stop hitting on me Maan...I'm already Thor's girl. Go find your own at the pub. There are 6 pubs within 2 miles of the Crypt"

He looked down for a second. "Deactivate Delilah"

"I see you can't handle me at the moment. I need my beauty sleep anyways...Ciao Maan" There was a low winding hum after which there was silence once again and he raised his gaze back to her shivering form in the hologram.

***

"Thor" Giovanna called into the phone line, "This is G..."

"Si bella" Thor sounded his cheerfully optimistic best as always "Molto bene...what can I do for you today?"

"I need you to keep an eye on Maan...if he leaves the Crypt, I want you to call me pronto..." Giovanna didn't feel bad about not returning Thor's good natured greetings. She knew he was already aware of what was keeping her preoccupied; Thor just about knew everything that happened in the crypt, sometimes even outside the crypt, like now, he was aware of a certain someone at the Piazza getting drenched from the thunderous out pour outside.

"Yeah he is watching her right now, in his room, but there hasn't been much activity there...I'm just bored sitting on my ass, G...Oh! F***..."

"What happened?" Giovanna was curious, more afraid that the cussing was brought about by Maan than anything else.

"G...get your ass here...Maan is taking the backdoor out...and there a few rookies out by the Piazza. Its the same Vincenzo street kids who took out Da Cerreto"

Thor heard the line go blank and in another minute, the door flew wide open and Giovanna came bursting in. The whole towering wall of screens that ran one story high, either focused at the back or front of Maan advancing through a series of doors or at the feed from the Piazza.

They watched him emerge from the building in a blue jean and hooded t-shirt, no longer carrying a suave, imposing look in a suit and tie from minutes ago.

Thor, the gaunt balding brit, a no match to the viking superhero name he carried, in a smooth flick of his wrist moved the screens around and kept switching from one street camera to another, effortlessly tracking the grey hooded figure, rushing through the scarcely populated streets.

Once the hooded man was spotted within the frame of the woman standing by the blue vespa, the feed of the street camera that was zoomed into the back of Maan was cut and the small individual squares of live feed transformed into a seamless gigantic wall of screen showing only the feed from the Piazza.

The air in the room was thick with anticipation now, a few beeps of electronic buzzing magnified in its silence making it momentous for its watchers.

"Shit...its really happening..." Thor, spoke in a hushed whisper and Giovanna watched on, mindlessly nodding at Thor's comment.

Maan was approaching her from the back, his face still under the hood as he walked towards her. Thor and Giovanna were scrupulous in following his every move, but it had happened somehow even before they could humanly grasp - the small movement of his hand from his pocket. There was hardly a feet between Maan and the woman, when the woman's feet buckled on the vespa and that led them to gauge his previous move.

"Oh! no...He didn't..." Giovanna, threw her head back in frustration and her hands flew up into the air as she reckoned he'd used a small pod dart to drug her first. It was just like him to go to any extent before he gave himself away to her.

Of course Maan had caught her in time and steadied her. Thor and Giovanna saw that the woman's head lolled onto his shoulder even as he moved in closer and to any another person around there, it would have appeared as if he was greeting his mad girl friend with a hug, a coddle for the lone wait, for having kept her long at the Piazza. It was a seamless move, a very clean job indeed.

Thor zoomed in keying in another satellite's pass-code and now they could see the tight circling of Maan's arm by the woman's waist that nearly lifted her off the ground and she stuck to his side as he deceivingly carried her off to a alley, seeming as if he was dragging his drunk girlfriend along.

The Vincenzo kids had surprisingly kept to their grazing while Maan had carried on with his business and they'd brushed past him with a mild annoyance at the two lovers trying to crassly hug in public and had perceived them to be hurrying off to a alleyway to have a good time while they were at whatever it is they were doing then. In reality, it had seemed that the woman was falling all over the man, without class, without one good catholic parent to tell her that you don't just go horny in the middle of a busy Piazza.

Now that Maan had her safe and away into the alley, he fully lifted her unconscious body into his arms and walked straight without so much as a flinch. Giovanna and Thor dragged their eyes down the alley to see where he was taking her, when they realized he was bringing the woman to the backdoor of the Crypt.

"Oh! No..." Giovanna puffed up realizing Maan's plans now, her mouth rounding into a O in horror.

"Shit! cut his access..." She yelled and Thor clumsily keyed something into a holographic keyboard.

"Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus...buy me some time...I can't do it just like that G...he is level 1 Classified" he mumbled on, "Boll**ks...I need to access like three sub-levels just to get to his security clearance files"

Giovanna glanced up to the screen and saw that Maan was already at the door and as she took in the woman curling in his arms, an unknown fizz of something fuzzy and clammy rose into her throat. It was the last thing she'd expected to happen that day. There hadn't been anything out of place until the news of Dev's proposal had come through Sarin's call. But indeed, that had been enough to unshackle his cold heart and have it turned upside down to make him walkout in the rain and get her. Only Giovanna, perhaps Thor too, knew how many hours of watching live feed could do that to a man crumbling under his own dense affections for the woman he so dearly loved, but couldn't afford to be within two feet of her living self, if not for the holographic projection of her. She scoffed at the odd play of life then...We were Destiny's children after all...

To be continued...

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Hasini 🤗...thank u for starting a new OS...u updated 3 parts 😲...that too when i have a crazy weekend 😕...will read and comment soon...not next week like Jyoti 😆...hopefully very soon...TC 😊

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