By now, knew her daily
routine by heart, he knew she bought her supplies from that old store
across the street, she loved children & took only 25 min to get
ready to go to work in the morning!! Obviously she was more interested
in being clean & neat than in enhancing her physical assets.
was the weirdest women he had come across...Her bed time ritual was
listening to one song- "Sharara Sharara" on full volume & jump on
She had no secrets from him. In less than 72 hours he had all her vital statistics--her age, height, driver's licence number, bank account balances, annual income, home address-- the sort of information that was readily available on the internet to anyone who knew where to look.In his pocket was a photograph of her, but all of that combined information was miniscule in comparision to what he now knew, but now everrything was begining to annoy him, & he realized that his patience was coming to an end. So was the waiting & watching.
Today he had tracked her to the park where he had spent an irksome afternoon surrounded by cheerful adults & shrieking children enjoying their weekend, he hated children, their shrieking was giving him a headache & a temper, to curb his temper he went over his plans for her while he turned his full attention on his prey. At the moment , Priya was descending from the branches of a big tree from which she was attempting to retrieve a kite that looked like a black eagle with outstretched wings tipped in bright yellow. At the base of the tree, a group of 5 & 6 year olds cheered on her. Behind them stood a group of older adolesents, all of them boys.The young children were interested in getting their kite back; the adolescent boys were interested in Priya Sharma's shapely legs as they slowly emerged from the thick upper branches of the tree. the boys elbowed each other & ogled her, & he understood the cause of the minor male commotion: If she were a 20 year old coed, those legs of hers would have been remarkable, but on a 33 year old cop, they were a phenomenon.
Hi all, i was reading Judith Macnaught & everytime i tried to picture Noah Mitland or Sloan Reynolds mere dimaag mein sirf Ram aur Priya hi aate, toh this story is my take on Judith MacNaught's Novel "Night Whispers", hope you enjoy it & i hope i don't offend any Judith MacNaught fan
Disclaimer:- My take on the novel will be quite long & some times i will copy some scenes in the book, will update weekly