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hello everyone , i m knew this forum want share story with . actually it not my story long ago i read a novel. it impressed me very much so i want share with you as Abhiya story . As for as story concerned credit goes to writer joan reeves . its her creation but i want write her story with own style . if u want me to continue plz tell if not i ll stop . here is story first part
Every woman makes mistakes. Pia glared at the door to the Sid's private office. Yep, every woman makes mistakes, but most women didn't have to put up with a constant reminder of their not so brilliant actions. And most women didn't have their mistake showing up at their office 'flaunting tanned muscles and polluting the environment with clouds of testosterone and male arrogance.
Of course, mistake didn't quite describe what she'd done. No tiny lapse in judgment for old Pia dobrial. When she decided to throw common sense out the window, she didn't mess around. Her fair skin flamed at the memory.
Temporary insanity was the only explanation for her behavior. If temporary insanity was a legal defense in criminal court, shouldn't she also be able to escape punishment for her lapse in judgment? Instead, she had her mistake aka A. P. Raichand show up, right on her doorstep. That was cruel and unusual punishment if she'd ever heard of any. That kind of redress might be banned by the dehradun Constitution, but, apparently, in the grand cosmic scheme of things, it was still being dished out. What was even worse was that raichand turned out to be the new consultant for the dehradun Police Department down on the coast. To make matters worse, he just had to drop by the Sid's office every blasted day.pia picked up her coffee cup, an oversized white mug emblazoned with red letters: Deputies do it in mirrored sunglasses! She drained the lukewarm black coffee. Muttering beneath her breath at the injustice of it all, she slammed the heavy ceramic mug down.
"What's wrong with you this morning?" asked Roja.
"Nothing." Pia didn't look over at the dispatcher for fear of encouraging her. She'd known Roja, her best friend's mom, all her life and loved the outspoken woman, but she wasn't interested in being on the receiving end of one of Roja's well-meaning lectures.
The ringing phone saved her. Roja punched a button. "Dispatch. This is Roja."
Pia ignored the conversation, knowing it was Roja's friend robby who ran the Coco Cafe across the street. The woman called every morning so she and Roja could discuss yesterday's episode of their favorite show.
There was never any criminal activity in Dehradun. Other than high school seniors climbing the spindly old water tower to spray paint Class of whatever on the rusty tank. Sometimes, a few years passed before a kid got an itch and a can of spray paint along with the desire to immortalize his graduation from the consolidated high school that served most of the small towns in the dehradun. Nothing ever happened in this small town. That was the way her uncle sid, the Sheriff of dehradun ever since pia could remember, liked it. Life here moved as fast as a crawling turtle.
Not much occurred in this town. Besides, the resort town had its own overpaid police department to deal with the few year-round residents as well as the many rich divorcees who mobbed the coastal enclave for the rich and perpetually bored.
The only hotbed of activity was over on the four-lane highway that sliced through part of dehradun. That's where the real action was. Pia sighed. If catching speeders could be considered action. Disgruntled at her lot in life, she tried to return her attention to the report she was typing. Unfortunately, that reminded her of her temporary insanity.
"Just Raichand," he'd said when her uncle the Sheriff had introduced him. Pia had shaken his hand as if she'd never laid eyes on him before.
Until Raichand, she'd had only one secret in her life. It had caused her humiliation and anger. Now, she had something else to hide. Ironically, raichand was the only person on earth who knew anything about her first painful secret. One thing about being hurt, humiliated, and angry. Those emotions sure helped squash the warm tinglies that assaulted certain parts of her anatomy every time raichand walked through the door. If only those painful emotions had changed her body's instinctive reaction to him.
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Index...
ch1 pg 03
ch2 pg 05
ch3 pg 06
ch4 pg 10
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