The Rock of the Hidden Secrets -Chapter 2 -God King -1-

The Rock of the Hidden Secrets… God King Begins ~1~ 

The Rock of the 

hidden Secrets 

God Kiing Begiins ~1~ 

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God Kiing Begiins 

Part -1- 

The Rock of the 

Hidden Secrets 

© 2015 All rights received 

Jasmine N. 

Historical Scientific Fiction series... 

This is a creative, hypothetical story. No historical truth included 


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Story and Translation : Jasmine N. 

Editor 

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2 

Tara Steveson 

It was a Friday. Sanjay brought his car to a halt near the 

Department of Archaeology. Stepping out of it, whistling 

tunelessly, he walked with a quick step to Mr. Brandon’s 

office. He was not greeted by Yash, who had also been having 

a discussion with the Indian Financier of the HS- 1 Project, 

and was now on his way out. Yash looked surprised on seeing 

him, while the latter stopped in his track to glare. 

Yash: Oh! I did not expect to see you. (Scowling) Not that it’s 

pleasure to see you or anything. 


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Sanjay: Ditto dude! It is my duty to pick her up. 

Sanjay raised his eyebrow and showed the name board with 

TARA STEVESON, written on it. Yash seemed shocked by 

this. But the two were interrupted by Mr. Ravi who came 

hastily up to them and, in a somewhat loud voice said; 

“You guys are still here? Hurry Up! Don’t let her have to wait 

for you…” 

He tapped his wrist watch to indicate that they should leave 

at once, and then he too opened the door to Mr. Brandon’s 

office and went in. 

Sanjay made a gesture with his hand asking Yash to join him 

and then hurried back to his vehicle. As he followed him 

Yash asked. 

Yash: Is she beautiful? 

Sanjay answered him with a chuckle while opening the door 

of his car. 

Sanjay: Mmm… Let’s see… 

The two went to the Bandaranaike, International Airport to 

fetch Tara with new hope. Parking the vehicles they walked 

towards the ‘Arrivals’ terminal. Sajay received a call on his 

mobile while they were waiting inside the terminal. Handing 


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over the name board to Yash, the former stepped out to 

answer the call. 

Yash was looking at the arrivals coming out from the 

passenger’s area through the glass panel. He was staggered by 

the reflection of the woman with blue eyes, he saw through 

the glass. She was standing behind him. Another woman 

dressed quite seductively walked past him on the other side of 

the glass partition. But Yash, was captivated by the reflection 

of the elegant woman he saw standing behind him. 

Unaware, she had walked towards him, the man who carried 

the board with her name written on it, and now she gave him 

the very slightest tap on his shoulder. Tara was under the 

impression that Yash was looking at the sensually clad 

woman. 

Tara: Hello! (She smiled) I am Tara… Tara Steveson…I think 

you must be, Sanjay? 

Yash was turning around to face her could not utter a word 

for a few seconds. Sanjay who had finished his call returned 

at that moment and took one look at Yash’s face and 

understood what was going on. He came forward to welcome 

her with a friendly handshake. 

Sanjay: Hello Tara…A pleasure to finally meet you ma’am. 

I am Sanjay... This is Yash, who is a member of our 

archaeological team for this project. 


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Recovering his composure, Yash hastened to make amends 

for his rude behaviour. Shaking hands he suddenly gave her a 

somewhat warm hug. 

Yash: Tara!… It’s…really a pleasure to meet you… 

Tara smiled at the two men, while Sanjay, frowned at Yash, 

before ushering them out towards the exit. He pushed Tara’s 

baggage trolley for her. 

Sanjay was a handsome youth. The competency and 

enthusiasm shown during his participation in other 

archaeological projects had earned him a place on the team 

for the HS-01project. 

Yash too was a tall and handsome, Indian archaeological 

specialist, in his early forties. He was an executive member in 

the HS -01 project. His simplicity, and warmth gave him the 

ability not only to amuse and entertain those he came into 

contact with, but also to express his feelings openly. The same 

reason that he joined HS-01 project to explore more in his 

career journey of never ending quest. 

One of the main objectives of the HS-01 project was to 

translate the ancient manuscripts found in Sigiriya during 

excavations. Tara Steveson had been brought down for that 

purpose from Geneva, Switzerland. She was to initiate the 

second stage - HS-02, of the project by translating the 


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manuscript which was written in a coded language. Parts of 

it were in Sanskrit. 

She specialised in translating ancient manuscripts which had 

earned her reputation as the ‘translation wizard.’ She was 

called forth from her office in Geneva from all parts of the 

world to unravel the mysteries of ancient scripts written in 

languages which had been buried with the inhabitants of a 

bygone era. Her greatest wealth was in a computer software 

programme formulated for decoding any lettering or language 

that had ceased to exist. She had been called in on one 

occasion to decode script etched on a stone jar unearthed 

during excavations at Angkor Watt, UNESCO world heritage 

site in Cambodia. It had been challenging because the 

miniature inscription found on the jar had required the 

painful process of copying. Albeit, Tara had a complex life 

and was busy in her profession, she never forgot to close to 

her loving little daughter. She was only seven years, kept 

with nanny to care of her safe at home, Geneva. Tara used to 

contact her often and was happy with her cute voice and 

gestures wherever she worked in her projects. 

Tara did not have the appearance of an archaeologist, and no 

one failed to look at her twice. Her most captivating feature 

was her clear blue eyes. Anyone interested in looking into 

them could get drowned in their depths. 

Tara who suffered jet lag fell asleep in the afternoon. She had 

spent several hours at the Geneva International Airport due 


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to a flight delay. And now she was tired and sleepy after long 

hours of travelling. 

Tara’s mobile started ringing almost insistently waking her up 

from her sleep. She answered the phone while looking at the 

clock on the dressing table. She remembered that there was a 

party to attend and went into the bathroom while answering 

her phone. It was her daughter. 

Tara: Yes darling… how are you? I am alright. Still a bit tired. 

Listen! Don’t play too much with Travis. . . 

He is so mischief ...I know... 

You are a good girl and be good and listen to your nanny. 

Yes... I miss u too darling... Take care! God bless you too 

sweetheart! 

Tara was happy to hear from her little daughter. Finishing her 

call she placed the mobile on the vanity top in the bathroom. 

She turned the taps on to fill the tub and went back into her 

room once more and took out a bottle of red wine from the 

small refrigerator in the room and poured out some into a 

glass. Taking the first sip, she got into the bath tub. She closed 

her eyes as the warm water swirled around her when she 

lowered herself into it. She tasted more of the drink she had 

brought with her. 

Her eyes opened wide when the doorbell rang. She carefully 

placed the glass on the side of the tub and stepped out of it. 


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Grabbing a bath wrap supplied by the Hotel she fumbled with 

the belt to secure it around her slim waist. 

She identified Yash, through the door cam. Then with a slight 

smile on her lips, she opened the door for him. They looked 

at each other for a second. He looked more handsome than 

Tara had first thought. There were signs of gray forming on 

his side burns. His laugh and smile were contagious. In his 

hands he had a parcel which was gift wrapped. 

Tara: Hello! (With a smile) Please come in! I thought you may 

come around 6 o’clock. 

Yash: (looking at her slim bath wrap clad figure) I’m sorry, I 

did not mean to intrude. 

I‘ll—I’ll be back at 6….. But, I thought of giving this to you 

first, it’s actually why I came. 

Tara: Aww… It’s Ok Yash. What is this? Oh my..., a gift – 

thank you! 

Taking the gift from him Tara ushered him to a chair. He 

looked at her mesmerizing eyes. 

Yash: Open it and tell me if you like it! 

She opened the gift with a sensuous smile. What she saw first 

was the red lingerie which brought a blush to her face. 


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Beneath, it was a gown. Carefully taking it out, she held the 

red gown against her. It looked beautiful and complimented 

her eyes and skin colour. Her eyes shone with pleasure as she 

looked at her reflection in the mirror. 

Tara: It’s perfect. I really like it. You have been very 

thoughtful Yash... Thank you once again. 

Yash: (with a slight smile) I thought of you and your ‘pretty 

blue eyes.’ 

Getting up from his chair, Yash slowly approached Tara and 

stood before her, whispering, what she realised was a song. As 

he approached her she stepped back slightly feeling the wall 

behind her. Tara realised that she was stuck between the 

entrance door and the wall. Yash smiled reassuringly and 

stood before her. Their eyes locked together. 

He placed his hand on the door beside her, making it difficult 

for her to leave without brushing against him. Tara thought 

Yash was going to kiss her but he continued to murmur the 

same song which she realised was in Hindi. 

Yash: We’ll meet at the party. 

He opened the door, startling Tara. Wishing her a pleasant 

evening, Yash walked towards the elevator she waved at 

him and watched him till he stepped into the elevator and the 

doors closed on him. 


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Tara felt cold despite the warmth of the towelling on the robe 

and remembered that she had been in the process of taking a 

leisurely shower when she had been pleasantly disturbed by 

the buzzer. She wondered at herself, was there something 

mystical about this whole project. 

Closing the door she picked up the red gown and held it 

against her once more. Running her fingers over its silky 

texture, she let her eyes droop. 


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