NOVEL~*Hiding behind a Stranger*~Thread 11 - Chapter 16 - UPD 22nd SEP - Page 48

Originally posted by: karkuzhali

My very dear young friends in HBAS thread,

Thank you!, Thank you!! Thank you!!!

[(Baby)Shirley Temple of yesteryears in the movie Baby takes a Bow( 1934)]

Saraswathi Periyamma/Aunty/Akka.

Originally posted by: durgeshnandini

Oh, that's fine, actually I visited my buddy list, and your default dp wasn't visible, so thought you'd changed and it's not visible to me😆😆😆

Originally posted by: harshu27

yeah i knw i was a silent reader during njapa but now m v much active on dis HBAS journey and m really happy fr dat...🤗😳

'Alright' Heera eventually relented with a worried sigh, admitting that she had acted out of character. She'd crossed a line, by letting herself get so comfortable, by getting carried away in a manner that didn't befit her rank or position. That too, with someone who was still a relative stranger. It was out-of-character. But, the situation was unusual and her mind wasn't in the right place - no point beating herself up about it any longer, was there?

'Shouldn't happen again. Wouldn't happen again' she vowed with a resigned frown, before disappearing into the sick chamber - to attend to the responsibilities that beckoned.

That night... at the safehouse...

Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was something else - but the lamp tilted, its oil and flaming wicks falling upon the table and its contents. In less than a moment, the waxy seals from a few scrolls began melting. The flammable liquid spread like molten lava, engulfing everything in its path. And before long, the entire heap was a combustible mass.

Of course, Akbar could have leapt forward and saved a scroll or two. Instead, he slowly fell back against the backrest - and watched the bonfire that burnt every single shred of evidence incriminating the Sahiba, into nothingness.

The heat was unbearable, his body was beyond fatigued, he was perspiring more than ever - but strangely enough, his features were also aglow with a sense of relief.

Originally posted by: Kalgi22

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Originally posted by: Kalgi22

'Alright' Heera eventually relented with a worried sigh, admitting that she had acted out of character. She'd crossed a line, by letting herself get so comfortable, by getting carried away in a manner that didn't befit her rank or position. That too, with someone who was still a relative stranger. It was out-of-character. But, the situation was unusual and her mind wasn't in the right place - no point beating herself up about it any longer, was there?

'Shouldn't happen again. Wouldn't happen again' she vowed with a resigned frown, before disappearing into the sick chamber - to attend to the responsibilities that beckoned.

That night... at the safehouse...

Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was something else - but the lamp tilted, its oil and flaming wicks falling upon the table and its contents. In less than a moment, the waxy seals from a few scrolls began melting. The flammable liquid spread like molten lava, engulfing everything in its path. And before long, the entire heap was a combustible mass.

Of course, Akbar could have leapt forward and saved a scroll or two. Instead, he slowly fell back against the backrest - and watched the bonfire that burnt every single shred of evidence incriminating the Sahiba, into nothingness.

The heat was unbearable, his body was beyond fatigued, he was perspiring more than ever - but strangely enough, his features were also aglow with a sense of relief.