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Rudra looked outside the windows of his office..Colonel V.K Singh was talking to Myrah."Myrah,is that even a name?" Rudra thought.The name reminded him a dog barking and growling."I hate it"Rudra thought."I hate the name".He looked at Singh and Myrah again taking in Myrah's pick Kurti and printed shawl..
"Myrah Rathod,hailed from india has a strong Rajasthani background",said Singh to Rudra."Her family went abroad when she was 14.She completed her schooling,won full scholarship to the top journalistic college in UK.was top of her class in all 2 years and in the meantime was able to interview leaders and businessmen to housewives. Myrah has an uncanny ability to get people to open up to her so simple question to the most complex questions.The newspaper she was working for sent her to Iraq during Iraq-US war.She was also in the front line during the overthrowing of Egyptian dictator.
She was also in Japan for the Cherry blossom festival.She is very fearless and all these are a great feat for a woman.Her project right now is to project and sincere and neutral views on border problems faced by India.Her article is to be published in the national Geographic".V.K.Singh had told him."Bah"Rudra thought,"I hate it".
Rudra was still looking at her."She looked very intelligent.She only asked serious questions",VK singh had said."She is well aware of the conflicts between the nations over a small piece of land.She is writing the article in the favor of the army and you might as well be cooperative Rudra"V.K.Singh had said."I am going to send her to you",continued Singh,"Since you are in the frontline.You are the person of experience.I am going to send her to you and Rudra,be good and efficient.You are representing the army here".said Singh."I hate it" muttered Rudra with a serious face."I know"muttered Singh equally serious.
Rudra looked up again to see Aman approaching Singh and Myrah and guessing by the action,Singh is asking Myrah to accompany Aman,to see him.Rudra thought.
Rudra watched Aman looking at Myrah again and again.Rudra was sure Aman could see the similarity too.
Sighing audibly,Rudra turned away in desperation ,waiting for the inevitable.Coming face to face with PARO.No Myrah,No Paro,No MYRAH,MYRAH.He said to himself.She has a strong resemblance to my Paro,Myrah is not Paro.She is just a journalist,a stupid journalist.
Aman walked into Rudra's room,looked at the bowed head of his boss,clearly guessing the inner turmoil and the agitation in his boss's mind.
"Sir' said Aman,Miss Myrah Rathod.Rudra slowly turned around and looked straight into the eyes of Myrah and thought
I HATE IT.
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