Unveiling Love
Seema felt a twang of doom in her rib-cage as she heard the once familiar, now forgotten name echoed across her office-floor.
"Asaf Ali Mashoor! New poet on the block. He's on the line."
She nodded furiously at her Sub-Editor, but he didn't seem to understand her agitation.
In fifteen minutes, she put down the receiver slowly. She had agreed to edit his upcoming book, 'Unveiling Love.'
***
That weekend, Seema sat alone in her cubicle, stifling a sob.
She didn't understand what hurt her more-
that there wasn't a single word about her.
Or that the object of Asaf's affection had always been-
her older brother.
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