The Deception

Ch 1:The Meeting

Aditi was leaning against the Peepal Tree,left hand in the pocket of her neatly ironed black pants,her white formal shirt equally tidy,the tip of a Parker Pen hanging by the breast pocket.In a striking contrast to this smart look was her upturned collar,her right hand trying,and failing to ease the knot of her tie which to her felt more like a lasso to hang herself with.
Chiseled jaws flexing,a look of anger on her face as she was  growing irritated and opened her mouth to let out a string of curses,she was interrupted by a sweet voice."Having troubles?",the owner of the voice asked,followed by a giggle.