Friday, 29 December 2017

The Vengeance of Indra

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The Vengeance of Indra 
(Vikramaditya Veergatha #3)
by Shatrujeet Nath


In their greed to possess the deadly Halahala, the devas and the asuras have employed every dirty trick against Vikramaditya and his Council of Nine. But the humans are still standing, bloodied but unbowed.
When the wily Shukracharya discovers the secret to breaking the Council’s strength and unity, he forges an unlikely alliance with his arch-enemy, Indra, to set a deceitful plan in motion.
As cracks emerge between the councilors and their king, ghosts from the past threaten to ruin Vikramaditya and Kalidasa’s friendship, signaling the beginning of an eclipse that will cast a long shadow over all that Vikramaditya holds dear. And into this shadow steps Indra, bearing an old grudge — and a devastating new weapon.
How much longer before the Guardians of the Halahala finally fall apart?

Other Books in the Series:
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About the Author:
Shatrujeet Nath is the creator of the runaway national bestseller series Vikramaditya Veergatha, a four-book mytho-fantasy arc which includes The Guardians of the Halahala, The Conspiracy at Meru and The Vengeance of Indra. Described as “a new face to Indian mythology” by DNA, Shatrujeet writes for movies and web shows as well. He is also the author of The Karachi Deception, an Indo-Pak spy thriller.

Saturday, 9 December 2017

Hell No Saints in Paradise.

The world is an amazing place to live in and to finding a purpose in life will give you just the right momentum to propel you in your quest of finding the unknown and living your dreams. Life will never be the same again once and ever new turn you take will be different.

Ismael is in the year 2050 and having been in New York since the age of 18 had lost his connection with Pakistan, his birth place. He advocates that Hell and Paradise are a place of imagination and can never be real. Now while discussing with facts and opinions about it she recommends him to visit ayahuasca.

Visiting the weird place, he is spellbound and meets Chacha Khidr who says hims to return to Pakistan and when he returns home he finds a one way ticket for Lahore and a stack of notes from Pir, who urges him on the path of self discovery.

Now Pakistan has changed for good and the world that used to be 12 years ago when he left for America is no more the same. Even cricket has changed under the name of Khalifa. Cricket is a religion India and Pakistan. Changing it changes everything.

Ismael finds out that his father is a supporter of Khalifa and he has been chosen by good willed people who want him to go against his father for the greater good.

Will he go against his father and how will he convince himself to move forward in that direction?

I did feel at times that the story was being dragged and the violence in the name of religion really did dishearten me and there was one time when I felt that enough is enough.

The story should really pick up pace and make things move faster. It did after a few pages and it was really exciting towards the climax.

In an ultimate page turner A.K. Asif will compel you to choose between the good and bad.

Yes, being of a different religion, changes everything you know about life and how the other religion responds to it. I didn't find any difference in the end. But initially I was torn apart from all the violence and killings happening in the name of gaining Paradise and Allah.

All well that ends well.”

 I received a copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

The Colours of Passion

When you are the Tollywood sensation and a heartthrob of every fan of yours, what can possibly go wrong for you?

Hiya Sen lived an luxurious life and being an actress in the Tollywood industry meant, she had her fans in every nook and corner of the city. She was recently married to Manav Chauhan, who is one of the most famous business man of the city and they lived a very happy life until one night.

When she was brutally raped and murdered. As a being high profile murder case ACP Agni Mitra takes up the case and is baffled by the fact that whomsoever he met could be a suspect in the murder of Hiya. Though he managed to nab the culprits, he wasn't able to find out the mastermind behind the murder.

Until this moment I loved the story and had a great opinion that this is going to be interesting story. But I felt as if the story is being dragged and felt as if the author was forcing us to read what happened next rather than me turning the pages.

It was a dead end and I kept on thinking as to why a brake was applied to the smooth pace of the story. My initial thoughts was that there is no point in reading what happened next. It will eventually lead to a cold end. Nevertheless I went ahead with the story.

Now when the ACP, starts investigating the case, he comes across the suspects, but one after the other suspect is being murdered and the case gets complicated than what it was in the first place.

This is where the story again starts picking up the pace and I have to say is an ultimate page turner. It kept me engrossed in the plot and with the suspense building and with so many things happening all that the same time, you will find it hard to keep the book down.

What happened next? Who was the mastermind behind Hiya's murder?

The story is inevitably one of the best in the crime and thriller genre. Initial impressions of the book wasn't great but once you get past the so called pre-assumptions of what will happen next, you will be unhappy with the fact that you were completely wrong about your assumptions.

Get your hands on the book the moment you find it in the book store and I can assure you that you will be thrilled by the end of the story.

I received a copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Thursday, 2 November 2017

The Blue Unicorn’s Journey To Osm

About the Book:
“The metal horned unicorns are doomed!” That’s
what Lauda Lead Horn wailed when she first saw the tribe’s new savior. OK, so
his horn was not metal. . .and he did not have a magic power. . .and he was
really a puny little runt. But doomed? Were things really that bad? 

Well, things were pretty bad in the land of
MarBryn. Magh, an evil sorcerer utilized unicorn horns and hooves to create his
magical potions and spells. Those he used, to increase his power and to conquer
everyone in his path. All of the unicorns from the Tribe of the Metal Horn were
now gone . . . except for twelve survivors. 

Before the blue unicorn was born, Numen told
Alumna, the aluminum-horned oracle, that he had a plan to bring the tribe back
home to Unimaise. His prophecy was, “Only the blue unicorn can join with the
Moon-Star. Until then, no new unicorns will be born.” Blue was the last unicorn
born. Twenty years later, his horn was still covered with a plain blue colored
hide. There was not a glint of metal to be seen on it or his hooves. And he
still didn’t have any magic. But he was no longer scrawny and he had his wits.
Though no one else in the tribe thought he had a chance, Blue felt ready to
make Magh pay for his evil deeds. And he went off to do it alone. That was
Blue’s first mistake. If the entire tribe was not standing horn-tip to horn-tip
at the proper time and the exact place to help usher the Moon-Star Spirit into
Blue’s horn, he would die. Then, the rest of the tribe would really be

Readers will follow along two journey paths in
this book. Blue is joined in his travels by his mentor Gaiso, the Stag and his
friend, Girasol the Firebird as they try to find their way across a
danger-filled MarBryn to Muzika Woods. The rest of Blue’s tribe is forced to
follow another route due to Nix Nickle Horn’s unfortunate incident with a
Manticore. Nix, the great unicorn defender must safely lead the way for Ghel,
the Golden-Horned unicorn; Silubhra Silver Horn; Cornum the Brass-Horned
unicorn; Steel Horned Style; Cuprum the Copper-Horned unicorn; Tin-Horned
Tinam; Dr. Zinko; Iown the Iron-Horned unicorn and the others in an action
packed adventure to their destination in Muzika Woods. Both journey paths
converge there in the Nebulium Circle.

About the Author:
I'm Sybrina. . .. .
.Just one of millions of wannabe author/singer/songwriters out there but I
hope, after reading or hearing my books and songs, you'll think my
contributions to the world have as much value as any other famous artist out
there today. 

Fame is all in being in the right place at the right time but at least with the
internet and venues like this, all of us have opportunities to share our
creativity with the world. I'm so happy that I am able to share my works with
you. That is awesome!

The books I’ve written span a wide range between illustrated picture books,
coloring books and YA novels to technical and how-to books. If you’re so
inclined you can read a little bit about the inspiration for each one below.

My latest effort is
“The Blue Unicorn’s Journey To Osm. It is a book I started writing 30 something
years ago and never finished. At the time, it was meant to be an epic fantasy
along the lines of novels written by Tolkien, Piers Anthony, Ursula K. Le Guin
and other amazing fantasy writers. I’ve pulled out my notes, dusted off the
outline and began rewriting and expanding upon the 50 pages I had began. This
story is now available as an Illustrated Book for teens and older readers in
full color and in black and white, too. The black and white version is a
"Read and Color" book. Read a chapter, then color the following
pages. How fun is that? There is also a picture book for pre-schoolers called
Unicorns From Unimaise - The Magical Metal-Horn Trobe. A longer version of the
chapter book will soon be available as an Illustrated Novel with a companion
glossary called, The Marbryn Compendium. All of the fantastic fantasy
illustrations are by Dasguptarts. There is also a companion coloring/character
description book, edited by Calyie Martin. It will introduce potential readers
to the myriad of characters, places and things in the story.

Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Adventues of Farland

In the pursuit to greatness, you have to be creative, innovative and should be able to tell stories which will sell itself. You just need to play with your imagination to give it the shape, that captures a person's attention.

And once you have added all the elements to that cooks up a great story, you are on the right path to achieve everything that you have ever dreamt of.

Mira had heard about the Farland but never knew that it existed, until one day she got an invitation from the Princess to attend the New Moon Party. On the way to the Farland she met many magical creatures like the Starman, Windman, Saltman, mermaids and many more of them.

But when she reached Farland, Queen of the Witches had attacked Farland and had embarked on a journey to free the Dragon of Underhill. If the dragon is freed, it will destroy everything in Farland.

Now Mira, has to make some quick decisions to save Farland from the atrocities of the Witch.

What will she do?

Will she be able to communicate with the Princess before it is too late?

Continue reading to find out what happed next.

Adventures of Farland has all the element of imagination, creativity and innocence that will instantly connect with the kids reading the book. Its a fairy tale that every child would love to hear as his/her bedtime stories. The story could have been a bit longer and I felt that there should have been a little more twist, which would have added more flavor to the story.

What I loved about the story is that it was simple and the characters in the story justified their roles. Overall the story plot was good and it is a must buy book for kids.

Thursday, 12 October 2017

Children's Classic Stories Volume I - Retold by Aniesha Brahma

About the Book:

This gorgeous treasury of ten classic stories is guaranteed to delight and entertain young children, bringing the magic of traditional stories to the new generation of children. Aimed at 8-12 year olds, each favourite fairy tale or story has been sensitively retold for young readers.

The series 'Children's Classic Stories' contains total 100 stories in 10 volumes. The stories in this collection show the consequences of greed, pride, and vanity, but also tell of the love that grows from a kind heart and a cheerful nature.

Volume 1 includes the following stories:

01. Little Red Riding Hood

02. Cinderella

03. Hansel and Gretel

04. Sleeping Beauty

05. Snow White and Rose Red

06. The Emperor's New Clothes

07. Rumplestiltskin

08. The Wise Little Girl

09. Goldilocks and the Three Bears

10. Rip Van Winkle

About the Author:

Aniesha Brahma knew she wanted to be a writer since she was six years old. She was schooled in Dolna Day School and went on to pursue B.A., M.A., and M.Phil in Comparative Literature from Jadavpur Univeristy. She currently lives in Kolkata, with her family and five pet cats. She is the author of All Signs Lead Back to You, When Our Worlds Collide, The Guitar Girl and The Secret Proposal. She compiled and edited the 10 volumes series, 'Children's Classic Stories' with love and great efforts.

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Friday, 15 September 2017

The Age of Kali

★.•**•.★ Soul Warrior Book Blast ★.•**•.★ 
15th to 17th September, 2017

The Age of Kali is a series of mythic fantasy novels by international bestselling novelist Falguni Kothari. The first book of the series, Soul Warrior, introduces readers to a fictional law-governed Cosmos made up of heavenly, demonic and human realms and its protagonist, Lord Karna, the legendary guardian of the Human Realm, who is coerced into training six godlings into demon hunters against a rising demon army. The series arc interlocks into a war of domination between the Light and Dark forces of the Cosmos and the race to control the one soul capable of total cosmic annihilation, demi-god Karna's and Draupadi's secret child.

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Praise for Soul Warrior:

"A beautiful exploration of fantasy and mythology, Soul Warrior (The Age of Kali) is the latest release from Falguni Kothari and by any stretch of the imagination she’s delivered an awesome story. Rich, enchanting, evocative, she effortlessly blends an ancient Indian epic and South Asian mythology with grace and quiet elegance to create the canvas upon which her miraculous world finds form.... Beautifully written and enviably imaginative, Soul Warrior proves an exemplary example of Fantasy Fiction. Definitely deserving of your attention it is recommended without reservation!"

   —Book Viral 

"I loved the writing which... hit that nice spot between being evocative and descriptive and still keeping the story moving....It has a huge cast of fascinating characters, a deep and rich world and definitely something I’m interested in following."

   —Fangs for Fantasy 

"I loved the way Ms. Falguni has shown an eye for the details scattered throughout the novel.... Will I recommend this book? Oh yes, and be assured you will grab the next one too just to know more about the Soul Warrior."

   —Global Asian Times 

"The plot is intriguing, much in the tradition of a modern thriller.... Precisely sketched and nuanced with quirky detail, the characters enrich the story they inhabit.... The vibrant characters in the multi-hued setting are the stuff superhero animation films are made of. Soul Warrior engrosses and enthralls. A thumping good read, I would say."

   —Of Prose and Poetry blog 

Read an Excerpt:


Kuru Kshetra Battlefield.

        Day 17 of the Great Kuru War, seven thousand five hundred years ago.

Death is hot.

That surprises me. I’d imagined death as cold and brutal. Merciless. But in truth, death is hot as blood, and constant like a heartbeat.

Thrum. Thrum. Thrum. My lifeblood ebbs to the rhythm. My head ripped from its torso by Anjalika, the arrow of death that burns even now with the energy of the sun. Struck from behind like some novice. Felled in battle by that lily-livered usurper the Heavens smile upon—Prince Arjun. Brother Arjun.

What have I done?

I harness the thought. Cease all reflection and wrench free of my mortal body. I soar up, up into the gloaming, snapping the ties that tether me to life. Dead, I have no use for ties.

“A matter of perspective, Karna, O son of my godsire.” The unearthly words strum through the air, and I quiver like a plucked bowstring, overcome as much by the voice as its blasphemous claim. 

“Bonds of devotion nourish the soul, brother.”

There is that word again. Brother. Unpleasant laughter wells up in me. Alive, I am abandoned, denied my birthright—Celestial or royal. Death, it seems, changes everything.

A bright, nebulous light brings forth Lord Yama, the God of Death, atop his divine mount. His elephantine thighs ripple beneath a silken dhoti, ochre and crimson of color, as he guides the mammoth water buffalo to a halt. An iron medallion sways against the God’s powerful cerulean torso, its center stone an ethereal blood orange.

Hypnotic. Pulsing with life. I am drawn to the stone.

“Piteous waste,” Lord Yama mutters, surveying the carnage of war far below us.

I trace the trajectory of his gaze and behold the battered remains of my army drenched in the evidence of its mortality. Is it true? Have we died in vain?

Words form inside me and I will them out. “Shall we go, my lord?”

“Ha! Impatient to be judged, are you? Anxious to have your fate revealed?” asks the Judge of the Hell Realm. His red-black eyes burn with intelligence and compassion in a blue-tinged face that is long and lean and hard. “Rest easy, brother-warrior. You are not bound for the Great Courtroom.”

Not bound for Hell? Where then? Fear has eluded me for so long that I take a moment to recognize it. 

A hollow-bellied feeling it is, as annoying as a bone stuck in my throat.

“My lord, I have done bad deeds…terrible deeds in my life. I have waged wars, this horrendous bloodshed, and all because my pride could not—would not abide rejection. I have sinned. I must atone for my actions.”

Lord Yama smiles in a way I do not like. “You have redeemed yourself admirably, Karna. You forfeited your life for the greater good today. The deed far outweighs any misguided ones. Be at peace, brother, and enjoy the fruits of your karma.”

There is but one place to enjoy such fruits—the Higher Worlds.

I’d rather burn in Hell for eternity. I say so. “I won’t live amongst the Celestials.” Coexisting with the very souls who’ve spurned me is unthinkable. Watching her—for she would surely reside in Heaven soon—will be eternal torture.

Yama shakes his head, the horns on his crown slashing to and fro. “I thought you might say that. Relax. Your destiny lies elsewhere.”

“Am I to be reborn then? Am I to begin a new life, and forget the past?” Pain, sharp as a blade, lances through me at the thought. Forget my past? My family? Even her? Was that my punishment? To forget all that made me human?

It must be so. For have I not betrayed them as surely as I’ve betrayed my prince regent?

“Human rebirth is not your destiny, either. You are chosen, brother. Your war skills are needed for a higher purpose.” The God slips off his mount, his garments rustling in agitation. “This unjust war has pushed the Cosmos to the vortex of a cataclysm. Tomorrow, the Kuru War will end. Fearing its outcome, the Celestials rolled the Die of Fate and have unwittingly bestowed on Demon Kali untold powers.” Lord Yama bares his fangs in disgust at the foolish gamble. “Imagine the havoc that asura and his minions will wreak on the weak if left unchecked. The Human Realm must be safeguarded during Kali’s dark reign.”

I can imagine the horror only too well as I have battled with evil all my life. But I am done with wars. 

I am done with defeat. I won’t waste another lifetime fighting.

“With due respect, my lord, I am not the man for this task.”

“You are not a man at all,” Yama thunders, fists shaking. “You are the son of Surya, the Sun God. Accept that you are no ordinary soul.”

I say nothing. I think nothing. I feel something but I squash it down.

Lord Yama’s thick black brows draw together. “Demon Kali will try to pervade every particle of good that exists in the Cosmos, beginning with the corruptible Human Realm. Once he obliterates all of humanity, he’ll set his sights on the Celestials. Kali will not stop until he’s destroyed our way of life. But you can stop him. You are light to his darkness. Do you understand now why you had to betray him? Your beloved humans need you, Karna. I need you. Our father believes in you. Claim your rightful place in the Cosmos.”

Impatiently, Lord Yama removes the iron medallion from his neck and holds it out. The vermillion sunstone glows as if its soul is on fire. Nay! It is my soul that is on fire.

Indescribable energy curls through me. I gasp, though not in pain. I shudder and feel myself grow large, grow hot. Was this rebirth?

I am strong, full-bodied and lethal once more. Then I roar as light bursts forth from my very core and I throb with glorious, blinding power. When I come to myself, my world has changed again. Bubbles of color shimmer all around me: cobalt and saffron, azure and rose. By karma! They are souls. Infinite floating souls.

“Behold the spectrum of life: the worthy, the notorious, the righteous and the sinners.” The God of Death’s soul was a worthy sapphire blue with a tinge of silver. “Your duty, should you choose to accept the office of the Soul Warrior, is to hunt down the red-souled asuras and crush them. Whatever you decide, I wish you a long and successful Celestial existence, Karna,” Yama booms out and vanishes into the purpling sky.

The parley has stunned me. The world of color holds me in thrall. I was dead. Yet, now I am not. A new path lies before me. Unwanted, unwelcome, I insist on principle. I close my eyes. Open them to stare at the medallion cupped in my hand—a golden-hued hand at once familiar and not—and know myself for a fool. I do want this. It’s what I am.

Bastard-born. Rebel. Son. Husband. Father. Warlord. And protector. I fist the talisman, buoyed by its concrete warmth. This is who I am.

I am the Soul Warrior.

About the Author:

Falguni Kothari is a New York-based South Asian author and an amateur Latin and Ballroom dance silver medalist with a semi-professional background in Indian Classical dance. She’s published in India in contemporary romance with global e-book availability; Bootie and the Beast (Harlequin Mills and Boon) and It’s Your Move, Wordfreak! (Rupa & Co.), and launches a mythic fantasy series with Soul Warrior (The Age of Kali, #1)

I’m embarrassed to admit how many social media accounts I own :

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Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Unlawful Justice

About the book

Baby, the sixteen-year-old daughter of the Diwan family’s household help, has been raped and brutalized. Vansh Diwan, a criminal lawyer, finds himself torn between a shot at justice for the girl and a very powerful client. He cannot bring himself to proceed at the risk of all that he has secured for his family. His wife Priti, distraught and devastated at her husband’s decision, turns to an old friend for help.

Akash Hingorani, top criminal lawyer and best friend to Priti and Vansh, must step up. He is Baby’s last chance. But things quickly unravel as Akash’s probe into the rape suddenly turns into a murder investigation. A powerful legal thriller that moves breathlessly from crime scene to courtroom to homes to lay bare the difference between law and justice.

My Review

Summary: Akash Hingorani wasn't touchable; potentially lethal. 
Advice: stay away, make peace, be humble, make amends if possible.

Vansh Diwan a renowned criminal lawyer, is up against his richest client and is in a dilemma of saving his firm or to stand for what is right. What seemed like a rape case suddenly changes to a murder case and now the tides have taken a different turn in just one night.

Life is very unpredictable and some things in life are best left untouched. But when the person is Maninder, a underworld don, he will leave no stones unturned to overthrow whosoever has murdered his son. Now when all seems lost for Vansh, his old friend Akash takes up the case. Akash Hingorani is one of the finest and the best criminal lawyer in the city. And when Akash is in the courtroom, the opposition doesn't stand a chance to win.

In a gripping crime thriller story plot Vish Dhamija has played his cards well. Mystery and suspense surrounds the story, making it an ultimate page turner.

When I first started reading the story, it seemed like any other crime thriller story, but as the story builds up and gets the momentum, everything changes. Rape case suddenly changes to a murder case. One who was hiding from the police is now dead. The story completely takes a huge U- turn.

Now when I thought the story was completely predictable, behold there is another twist at the end of the story. I had an inkling that the story isn't going to end soon. It indeed didn't!
So, you have to read till the very end to find out what an incredible story teller is Vish. Only a very few story tellers have the skill to keep their readers spellbound to the story plot and Vish Dhamija is one such author to have made the story spellbinding.

'I received a copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.'

Saturday, 12 August 2017

Release Day Blitz of Avishi

~ Release Day Blitz ~
Avishi by Saiswaroopa Iyer
12th August, 2017

Long before the times of Draupadi and Sita
Immortalised in the hymns of the Rig Veda
But largely forgotten to the memory of India
Is the Warrior Queen with an iron leg, Vishpala

Brought up in the pristine forest school of Naimisha, Avishi reaches the republic of Ashtagani in search of her destiny. When Khela, the oppressive King of the neighbouring Vrishabhavati begins to overwhelm and invade Ashtagani, Avishi rises to protect her settlement. But peril pursues her everywhere.
Separated from her love, her settlement broken, with a brutal injury needing amputation of her leg, can Avishi overcome Khela?

Read an Excerpt

“I am the Queen! This will be my throne!” The seven-year-old chirped leaping from the middle of the porch towards the broken mortar which served as a mock throne. “You will be my guard!”
“Guard?” the man pondered scratching his unkempt beard. 
“No.” He shook his head and smiled seeing her indignant eyes. “I will be the Queen’s elephant.” He beamed.
Sukratu stepped out of the house to see his daughter in action, perching herself on the tramp Loha’s back, pretending in all earnestness that he was her elephant. He smiled and was about to set out for his duty as the night guard of the King. A sudden lightning appeared in the eastern skies. Sukratu had barely walked a few paces when a deafening thunder made him instinctively turn towards home. He heaved a sigh, finding Loha shielding the girl as if he would, his own child. 
“Father, don’t go.” The girl pleaded. 
Sukratu smiled and shifted his gaze towards the sky. He saw dark clouds loom over the city. The monsoon winds had started to make their presence felt. He had to reach the palace soon. “Isn’t my little Queen brave?” He called out. 
The girl nodded. He saw the fear fade. From her eyes. From her heart. She knew she was the queen! Pride filled his heart. His mind ached to stay home but duty beckoned. Tearing his gaze away from the one he treasured the most in his life, braving the drizzle that would soon turn into a storm, he unwillingly walked towards the King’s residence. Sukratu’s house was in the third ring of the concentric structure of Vrishabhavati. In the centre, was the structure, that served as the residence of the king and as the centre of all trade activity of the city. Here no wealth or goods could change hands without the king’s knowledge and approval. The residences of the noblemen formed the two rings around it. The guards and soldiers forming the outermost circle with the citizens living around them. 
As per the protocol, Sukratu approached General Ugra’s residence quite ahead of his reporting time— an hour before the moonrise. He walked into the empty courtyard. But the rain made it impossible for him to stand there any longer. He knocked at the giant wooden door fervently. The doors creaked as a strange woman clad in a dark indigo garment opened them and glared at him with a frown on her forehead. 
General Ugra, Sukratu knew was never faithful to one woman. His superior’s romantic exploits were not his concern either. But something about the woman at the door disconcerted him. “Please let General Ugra know that…”
“He has already left for the palace!” The woman frowned before attempting to shut the door. 
“What? How ca…” Sukratu’s words hung in air as the door slammed on his face and the woman disappeared from his line of vision all of a sudden. Something did not feel right. He knocked at the door again. Firmly this time, as though seeking answers. Any change in the reporting time would have been announced the day before and he remembered that nothing of the sort had happened. His knocks went unanswered. Frowning and muttering under his breath, Sukratu hurried towards an empty cowshed three houses away from Ugra’s place hoping to catch his companions who he knew would be equally surprised. 
The first to arrive was Khela, the eighteen-year-old guard, holding a metal shield above his head. The newest addition to the King’s guard, Khela was related to General Ugra and Sukratu felt that his position in the King’s guard was largely a result of undue favours that Ugra showered upon an otherwise impudent boy. 
“Sukratu! By the great Varuna, I should have come to you earlier!” Khela hurried towards him. Pausing for breath, he added. “Our platoon has been given a relief tonight! It was a sudden decision and I personally informed all the others.”
“Relief for tonight? That happens only when…”
“Our guarding hours change from night to day!” Khela completed in a hurry. “Now, come with me.” He turned towards the western direction and the javelin he held started to sway dangerously and came close to grazing Sukratu’s arm. 
The older guard’s instincts made him dodge the cut. “Where?” Sukratu hissed, visibly annoyed, first with the fact that he was kept in dark about the change in guarding hours and then about Khela’s irreverent behaviour. “And watch who your weapon hurts, boy.”
Khela shrugged and changed the position of his weapon. “We are now going to the place.” He winked, stretching his hand in the direction. “Follow me, this is the only night we get to have some fun.”
Sukratu did not move. The place he knew implied the tavern where wine was served. “We cannot drink tonight, Khela. When do we have to report tomorrow? By sunrise?”
“You ask too many questions. The rest of us are there too!”
“That does not answer my question.” 
“Well, I don’t know, and I don’t care to. The palace is paying for the wine. Are you coming or not?” 
The last sentence sounded more like a threat than an invite. Sukratu had all the mind to give the youth a piece of his mind and storm back home. His daughter would be overjoyed to see him before she went to sleep. It gnawed at Sukratu’s heart every day to leave her under the care of Loha— the tramp who had begged him for shelter about six months ago and then became a part of his life. The girl liked him instantly and had begged Sukratu to let Loha live with them and he, despite his misgivings about the tramp’s origins and his unkempt appearance, could not refuse his only daughter. Over time, Sukratu felt grateful for Loha’s company. Now his daughter did not have to be all by herself every night. The guard’s home would have been unguarded if not for that stranger. Sukratu brushed aside these thoughts and had almost decided to go home when the thought of meeting other senior guards and clarifying the confusion struck him. He followed Khela’s lead, making no attempt to hide his displeasure. 
When they reached the tavern, Sukratu to his dismay, found many of his brothers in arms deeply drunk. “When did they reach here and when did they…”
“Quite some time before. I just forgot to tell you in advance!”
Sukratu’s eyes scrutinized the men and women of the tavern who were serving wine to the guards. There were no other citizens or travellers in the tavern. 
“Just for us, the whole night!” Khela said as if reading his thoughts, bringing him an earthen goblet. 
The older guard accepted the goblet taking his first sip with a sense of foreboding. 
“Where were you all the time, old friend?” The voice belonged to Tunga one of the senior guards in the platoon. 
The grin on his friend’s face brought a smile to Sukratu’s lips. “Tunga, what is this about the sudden change in our guarding hours?” 
“The King… that imbecile, has finally remembered that we are human too!” Tunga guffawed, emptying his goblet, waving vigorously at a woman of the tavern who obliged with a seductive wink. 
She approached them, skilfully distributing her attention between both the men, winking at Tunga and pouting her lips at Sukratu. Her brows rose at Sukratu’s filled cup. “Don’t keep the Sura nor this Sundari waiting, my love...” Serving Tunga his wine, she placed her fingers upon Sukratu’s shoulders, digging her nails into his skin for a moment locking her gaze with his and turned around swiftly, letting her light upper garment rest on his face for a fleeting moment. 
It was a wilful invitation and Sukratu knew it. His attention though was caught by the colour of the garment. The Indigo hued garment! All the women of the tavern wore clothes of the same colour. So did the woman he saw in General Ugra’s house! Was Ugra at home while the woman lied that he was at the palace? If the General and the whole platoon of the night guard were lying down drunk, who was minding the security of the King? Sukratu looked at the rest of the guards. No one seemed sober enough to talk. The only sober man Khela had disappeared!
“By the great Varuna!” Sukratu exclaimed aloud and rushed out, pushing the woman who tried to stop him away. 
He raced to the King’s residence, as fast as his legs could carry him. The huge wooden gates of the structure were closed and secured from inside. The rain lashed drowning his cries. Misgivings regarding the King’s welfare made him shudder. He had to meet General Ugra. Something told him that the General had his own reasons to send the whole platoon of guards to enjoy a drunk night. He was a guard who had sworn to protect the King with his life. The general owed him an answer. Sukratu rushed to General Ugra’s house determined to confront him. 
That, Sukratu realized was the biggest mistake of his life. 
At the gates of the general’s residence he saw a familiar figure hurrying out of his house, a heavy bundle on his shoulders. “General Ugra!” he called out, feeling relieved. 
The figure started, and the bundle fell to the ground. Sukratu came to a sudden halt as he realized it wasn’t a bundle after all, but a blood-drenched corpse. A stroke of lightning from the sky revealed the face and the very familiar greying curls. Sukratu froze for a long moment before he could speak.
 “K... King...”
Something hit him on the head even before he could utter the name. Sukratu staggered, reeling at the impact, clutching at his long sword in a vain attempt to defend the next move. 
“Finish him!” The General shout behind him. 
Before he turned around, Sukratu felt the cold metal tear into his back. Lightning struck revealing the contours of the person. Khela! The javelin stabbed him again. Thunder drowned his screams. Falling to the ground with the weapon still stuck to his back, Sukratu lifted his sword and managed to slash Khela’s palm though the latter, unlike him was vigilant and alert. Crawling away from the menacing duo, knowing very well that he could not last more than a few moments, Sukratu’s thoughts, went to his innocent daughter. She would now languish as an orphan remaining in dark about the monsters who killed her father. Or would they kill her too?
Sukratu would never know. 

About the Author:
Saiswaroopa is an IITian and a former investment analyst turned author. Her keen interest in ancient Indian history, literature and culture made her take to writing. Her debut novel Abhaya, set in the times of Mahabharata was published in 2015. Avishi, her second novel set in Vedic India explores the legend of India’s first mentioned female warrior queen Vishpala.
She holds a certificate in Puranas from Oxford Centre for Hindu Studies. She is also trained in Carnatic Classical music and has won a state level gold medal from Tirumala Tirupati Devasthanams. 

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

The girl who knew too much

About the book

Can true love bring someone back from the dead?Akshara is left devastated by her mother’s death and spends most of her time in solitude at the local park. One day, as she is sobbing uncontrollably, a young man named Harry approaches her. They become friends and Harry recounts to her a story about the miraculous reunion of a young woman and her dead boyfriend to help ease some of her pain. The story makes Akshara hopeful that she can perhaps see her dead mother again. But she soon realizes that Harry isn’t what he seems to be. Even the characters in his story seem dubious, almost unreal. So what is he hiding? And why? Is there any truth to his story at all?In this darkly suspenseful romance mystery, Akshara is left facing a truth that will make her doubt not just Harry but herself as well . . .

My Review

“When you have your lost ones, is it possible to bring them back.” Akshara a little girl has lost her mother in an accident. When Harry passes by, he notices a little girl crying inconsolably. Harry narrates a story to help her deal with the pain of losing her mother.

The story is about Sahiba and Siddharth. Harry falls in love with Sahiba, but Sahiba is in love with Siddharth. Harry secretly wishes if he can be Sahiba's boyfriend and tries to interfere in their love life, but without much success.

Harry latter plans to kill Siddharth but still then fails in his endeavor and Siddharth is miraculously saved. Harry finds the event very disturbing and the incident take a toll on him. He latter dies, when his car catches fire and he is burnt alive.

You need to read the rest of the book to find out what happens next and how the author has twisted the story. The twist wasn't the thing I was expecting in the first place but it was a good one.

I loved the story plot and the love story of Siddharth and Sahiba. Harry the protagonist of the story describes the love life and the way he does, will change the way you looked at love. Though the story was predictable, it was interesting.

Harry narrating the small girl his love life that wasn't fulfilled, will be a bit weird to you, as you flip through the pages and the narrations of the circumstances is really good. Easy on read on one go. The book won't disappoint you if you are looking for a quick romantic read.

I just loved the story and the way the author had put his imaginations into words.

“A thousand good deeds make a miracle.”

Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Book review of The Last Valentine

Book review of The Last Valentine

The Last Valentine is one of the phenomenal book that I have come across in a long time.

“Love acknowledges no limits—not even the grave.”

This book has redefined love and has elevated the way you knew about love in your life. It is just at another level where only the best of the best romantic author's dare to tread. The classic story telling ability, which makes the reader spellbound can only be done by someone who truly loves his work. It is the love for one's craft that pushes you out of your comfort zone to put your feelings in words.

I really love the story telling and the plot of the story. And what keeps you turning the pages is the mystery that surrounds the story. An eerie silence that it leaves you with when the author takes you to a graveyard to share the secrets about love only in the presence of the dead.

The author has made a perfect mixture of the dead, living and the love between them when both the love birds were alive and when separated by fate long to meet their partner after death.

You won't realize when your two minutes become two hours, while reading the story. Time will just fly away when you are engrossed in the story, but I can assure you, that you will be left with a story that will have a long lasting effect on you.

Read more about the book at Online BookClub.

This book was an "OnlineBookClub.org Book of the Day".

Sunday, 16 July 2017

“Border Post 99”— No man’s land

“Border Post 99”— No man’s land--- Book Review

What is more important a county’s pride or an individual’s connection with another person?

Every time you listen to anything about India and Pakistan in this part of the country, it reminds you of all the terrorist attacks, war between the two nations and the long standing conflicts the two nations had since Independence.

The only thing that has connected both the countries is at an India—Pakistan cricket match. In India its said cricket is a religion and when we play with a match with Pakistan, there is a lot of emotional connection on both the sides.

Now when there is tension and soldiers being killed on either side, this story has just struck an emotional chord in me. On the borders the soldiers are stationed to protect the nation from enemies. But not on the Border Post 99, it practically doesn’t exist on any map and any soldier assigned to the post is virtually non-existent.

Lt. Mangesh Sharma is assigned to this post!

Now on a “No man’s land”, you have practically nothing to do, until unless you meet the enemy. But you still have strict orders not to shoot at your enemy. So, when Mangesh does his daily patrols on the Indian side of the post encounters a Pakistani on the other side of a stream that separates the two nations.

What follows is a series of events, where one soldier tries to harm the other without killing. This somewhat feels funny, even on book review. I assure you that these harmless events will entertain you a lot but as you all know when you are in India –Pakistan Border, there is always tension lurking around the corner.

I was beginning to question myself where is the story leading to, the first half of the book was just exceptional, and will the climax/ending do some justification to the introduction.

Behold the writing skills of Kedar Patankar that reaches its peak in the final few pages, where he mixes tension with humility and makes sure that humanity wins above all wars, killings and hate.

Never ever had an author had made a twist in the story that would leave you with the question of what really did happen next. I really want to know, of what happened to the Pakistani Captain Adid Khan, after the military convoy of India left the No man’s land.

I wish I can read a sequel to this story or craft one and present the story to Kedar.

I also wish to meet the author, to find out if the story is real and the events that might have happened that lead him write such an incredible story.

It’s a 5 star rating from me and anyone reading this review should read the story.

And my last wish, I wish our PM Narendra Modi and Pakistan’s PM Nawaz Sharif, to read this story so that Nawaz Sharif understands the true meaning of humanity and friendship over terrorism and the ability to not take actions on of all the terror activities in their state.

This book was an "OnlineBookClub.org Book of the Day"
Read more about the story at Online Book Club.

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

"Avishi" Cover Reveal

~ Cover Reveal ~
Avishi by Saiswaroopa Iyer
12th July, 2017

Long before the times of Draupadi and Sita
Immortalised in the hymns of the Rig Veda
But largely forgotten to the memory of India
Is the Warrior Queen with an iron leg, Vishpala

Brought up in the pristine forest school of Naimisha, Avishi reaches the republic of Ashtagani in search of her destiny. When Khela, the oppressive King of the neighbouring Vrishabhavati begins to overwhelm and invade Ashtagani, Avishi rises to protect her settlement. But peril pursues her everywhere.
Separated from her love, her settlement broken, with a brutal injury needing amputation of her leg, can Avishi overcome Khela?

About the Author:
Saiswaroopa is an IITian and a former investment analyst turned author. Her keen interest in ancient Indian history, literature and culture made her take to writing. Her debut novel Abhaya, set in the times of Mahabharata was published in 2015. Avishi, her second novel set in Vedic India explores the legend of India’s first mentioned female warrior queen Vishpala.
She holds a certificate in Puranas from Oxford Centre for Hindu Studies. She is also trained in Carnatic Classical music and has won a state level gold medal from Tirumala Tirupati Devasthanams. 

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Sunday, 18 June 2017

The tree with a thousand apples by Sanchit Gupta

When you have put your heart and soul and have set sail for your dreams, you have already half way there. There are no expectations, no promises but the sheer motivation to work hard, work hard for your object of passion. In the end what matters the most is how deep are you willing to dive for your object your passion.

Sanchit Gupta has made his mark in the world of story telling and carving out the perfect story that will capture a part of your imagination and after you have read the last page of the book will force you to say a WOW! The tree with a thousand apples is a story about the three protagonists Safeena Malik, Deewan Bhat and Bilal Ahanagar and their journey through the ordeals of the night of 20th Jan 1990. Deewan's brother. Ravi is killed by an unknown militant group.

Being a Kashmiri pundit is a nightmare when there are militants attacking the city. Deewan and his family takes shelter in Rehman Chacha's house. The general visits his house, people are killed and bullets doesn't differentiates between a family member and a mob.

Safeena's mother is killed and Bhat's family had to flee owing to the tensions growing in Srinagar and are forced to settle in Mumbai. But life takes it toll and 20 years latter destiny brings together the three friends Bilal, Deewan and Safeena.

What happens next?
Where is Safeena and her brother Bilal?

You need to read the book to find out what happens next and how the world will change for the three friends.

A gripping story line and the odd Hindi words in the book will always comfort you that an Indian writer has changed the way story is told and with such audacity that you will be in complete awe. The book never losses the momentum in describing the situations and circumstances that leads to an incident and that is what keeps you in the hunt about how the story will unfold itself.

A must buy book by Sanchit Gupta.