Saturday, February 18, 2017

Book Review: These Lines of Mehendi by Sumeetha Manikandan

Name of the Book: These Lines of Mehendi 
Author: Sumeetha Manikandana
Star Rating: 5 stars 
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"A ‘married woman’ is an auspicious creature as far as weddings are concerned. It doesn’t matter if her husband is greedy, selfish, foolish, retarded or if she herself was abused, beaten and miserable.”

And with this note “These Lines of Mehendi by Sumeetha Manikandan” opens the window to our hypocritical society. Have you ever seen the loneliness and desperation etched on the faces of the widows in the streets of Banaras? Young girls can lead a life of desolation and poverty, yet when they try to make something out of their lives, they are shunned by our society. But those same girls can be forced into a life of prostitution and warming the bed of the rich class without anyone pointing their fingers at the men. At that point of time when they are ‘touched’ ‘felt’ and ‘seen’, their inauspicious tags are not questioned by our society. And the saddest part is, we cannot always blame the men for this. Often it’s the woman who causes misery in another woman’s life.

The Story:

Lalitha is a widow. But her being a widow is not her only problem. She became a widow much before the actual death of her husband. Her husband was abusive and had an affair. She had left her husband just a few months after her marriage and years later she gets the news that he has committed suicide. While the reasons are not known to her, her well-settled life again representing the so-called set paradigm of our hypocritical society. Now she is no longer an abused wife but a widow, which according to our society is a fate by far much worse than being abused. Especially in the line of business, Lalitha was in. Brides would not consider having even her shadow as auspicious.

But fate intervenes and Shrikanth enters her life.  A man colored by his past and now he wants only a marriage of convenience. Will the two be able to move on in life forms the nucleus of this short novella by Ms. Manikandan.

What I liked …

Ms. Manikandan has a very soft tone in regaling her stories. You can almost get the feeling of a bonfire night and be listening to tales. Even when the issues are serious, it’s not preachy and weaves in well as a background to the main love story.

Marriage is such a nerve wrecking institution. When you promise your Life to stay with a stranger without knowing where the road is leading to. As a woman, I never guessed how a man would feel, but Ms. Manikandan has brought out the man’s perspective beautifully.  Shrikanth’s jitters, his nervousness, and that slight eagerness to see Lalitha are all showcased with the words the author has painted the scene with.

This story has an old movie charm. Innocence. A southern flavor that will make you instantly feel at home with all the characters in this novel – from Padma, the aunt to Geethamma. Ms. Manikandan has created a lovely feel at home kind of story. The voice used throughout is soft and pulls the reader into the love story of Lalitha and Srikanth. The SMS conversation between the two is heart touching.

Would I recommend it: 

With a lot of family values and in today’s day and age an innocent love story. Romance readers you will find passion can be subtle too.

I had read this book earlier when it was part of a dual collection. Re- reading any novel is actually not my cup of tea but somehow I got sucked into this story and it reads even better than the earlier version.

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Monday, February 13, 2017

Book Blitz: THE DOPPELGANGER by Prateek Yadav


THE DOPPELGANGER
by
Prateek Yadav



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The perfect plan for the perfect heist-a team of con-men, foolproof disguise and a painting worth millions, nothing could have gone wrong. But something did... A man fnds himself on a bus to Manali with nothing but some cash and severe memory loss . Embarking on a frantic hunt for his identity, he begins to discover that his presence in Manali isn't an accident. The closer he gets to the truth, the more elusive it becomes. Ghosts from his past haunt him as he finds himself trapped between his doppelganger, the police, a sadistic gangster and his own dwindling sanity. The journey of the search for his identity ends up being a race for survival.

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BOOK REVIEW: THE DOPPELGANGER BY PRATEEK YADAV

Name of the Book: The Doppelganger
Author: Prateek Yadav
Rating: 4 stars
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A Somnambulist

Is a man traveling in a bus with the loss of memory. Not knowing where he came from and where he was going. A piece of newspaper paves his way on the memory lane, showing him the way to a hotel where he has to start working. Clues are scattered here and there which starts making him question his own characteristic. Is he good or is he bad?








The man had mentioned luggage under my seat. I stretched my foot backward, under the seat and sure enough, there was a bag. Was it mine?

A man who does not have anything to lose is one of the most dangerous man.


The Mysterious Element
Is rampant in this story. A reader will have a few nail-biting moments wondering where the story is leading to. Few frustrating moments are inevitable yet it is the very fact that keeps you turning the pages until the end. There are many moments when I almost gave up especially when the doppelgänger factor was highlighted. After the scene of the painting is unraveled, one would think the story is over as it has run out its course of action. Rest assured, nothing is what it seems.

The Villain Effect
Is what puzzled me a lot in the story. Everybody seemed bad, except maybe Robert and the butler. There was a lot of confusion as to where the characters are going. Just when I was sure that Rai was the major bad character of the story, another character enters and takes a story to another direction.

The Gory scenarios
Though the actual mystery of the story was simple enough; yet the crimes that they committed are very gory. The one that was committed in the painting room gave me shudders. The author has created many incidents in the 175 pages to keep the readers jumping from page to page.

The Puzzling Characters
For a short novel, that many characters in this book would sometimes confuse the readers. Of course, this being a thriller, one is supposed to be confused and due to the doppelgänger effect, even the readers would start questioning Who's Who. 

Reason for star rating

1. I kept on guessing who's who throughout the novel.

2. The author has done a good job in creating sympathy for the main villain. There were moments, what's the ending when I did not want him to be caught yet the question would keep on popping up as to how he would redeem himself of crimes of that magnitude.

3. Prakash shouted out ‘hallelujah’ in one of the scenes when he was a street boy. Many street boys of India would know that exclamation.

4. In some of the places, there are few discontinuities in the scenes. For example page number 85, he closed the door and in the next moment, he was on the floor. How did he get there? Did he fall? Stumble or sank in the flow in despair? This is an example of nitpicking :-)

WOULD I RECOMMEND THIS BOOK?

Yes, I would. For those who love psychological thrillers, you would have some nail-biting moments in this one. But a fair warning – if at any place you want to play the guessing game here – don't. It will be very frustrating. The Doppelgänger by Prateek Yadav will give you a few nail-biting and thrilling moments – a must for a thriller reader. If you are planning to play the whodunit game, please don't. The ending is unbelievable.

THE LINE THAT STAYED WITH ME:

I was losing my mind. There was no denying that now. The questions, the confusions, the guilt, and the horror had knocked down my feeble dam of sanity. However, it was uncanny how my hand was still steady, rock steady. I had just committed ...
One of the most horrific moments of this novel.

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Friday, February 3, 2017

Book Review: A Walk in the Rain by Udai Yalda

Name of the Book: A Walk in the Rain
Author: Udai Yalda
Rating: 3.5 stars
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Udai Yalda makes his debut with the novel named, "A Walk in the Rain'. As I turned the pages, I have no clue why the I suddenly remembered the movie Baaghi. Though the protagonist Sunny has no resemblance to Salman Khan's character in the movie, but the feel of a prostitute running with the guy from the villains, in this case, had a very Bollywood feel. I cannot say that is an original story but the execution wise, yes it's different. There is a certain rawness in this story. Characters are not sugar coated or made larger than life. They are downright normal humans in a bad situation. 

The love story between Sunny and Saloni are not a simple boy meets a girl story. The layers are well formed and the author has brought out the chemistry between the characters well. The emotions are build up between Sunny and Saloni due to them falling in love irrespective of the fact that they hated each other. 

“Sandy Candy.” Now he called louder, which was unmistakable. She couldn’t fool herself this time. After a brief attempt to defy the eventuality, she finally gave in, deciding to embrace her everlasting dream, tantalizing her for some time, testing her endurance. She abruptly stopped, still hesitant to turn around to face him."
You get the picture?

While this being a debut novel, many readers will overlook a few errors but having words oft repeated is regressive to a reader. And the adjectives used in a few places need to be looked into. "Obnoxiously stubborn punk" "obnoxious look" "obnoxious stare" and again "obnoxious look" can seriously be avoided. But nothing a good editor cannot rectify. While this is one downside in the novel the upscale would be an interesting story. Mr. Yalda does know how to tell a story and there is no doubt about that. 

And a sense of humor. A very subtle, mocking sense of humor. 

It was a Nepali kukri knife which he won from a ludomaniac Gurkha during one of his rare gambling successes.

Ludomaniac Gurkha and such odd phrases will definitely bring out a smile in some very serious situation. A lot of action and a fast pace made this book a good read. 

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Thursday, February 2, 2017

Book Review: Soulless by MV Kasi

Name of the Book: Soulless
Author: M.V Kasi
Rating: 5 Stars
Blurb: Goodreads

The title of "Soulless" intrigued me from the moment Ms.Kasi requested a review. Generally, with such titles in the romantic genre, you imagine a heartless hunk for whom the damsel falls for. Women authors are changing the very thinking of the readers as more and more of us are exploring women in different roles for our stories. Soulless is none other than a young girl called Sia. A very young and a pregnant girl. 

The Opening Chapter

Sia Sampanth's love life is as mysterious as her pregnancy. Her love for Ajay and her sympathy is very small when compared to the way she changes his life with the declaration of her pregnancy. And right from the beginning, Ms.Kasi keeps the readers enthralled with the mysterious elements studded throughout the novel.

"YOU ARE PREGNANT, Miss Sampath. Your baby should arrive in about eight and a half months."

Soulless is a great plot and not one character seems out of place or forced into the story to increase the word count. This is a complicated story but the complications are laid interlocked with each other. A story followed by a story. Like a map connecting the past and the future of the characters. Innocence and deception are the two sides of a double-edged sword on which Ajay and Sia have to walk to follow their destiny. Beautifully penned to bring out a lump in the throat of the readers. 

The Story:

Is equally complicated and beautiful. It plays with two emotions of readers mainly, sympathy and incredulity. And as the journey of Sia unfolds- anger. An anger which every human has to feel for an abused child. This novel is packed with social issues. Trust, loss of innocence, growing up as an orphan and many other small nuances which make life a deadly feat one must survive to tell the tale.

Every character of this book is either a friend of Sia or a foe. But the question is who is going to be a friend or foe. Ms. Kasi has brought the different shades of human nature beautifully. A lovely woman Jyotika who is trying to keep her love to herself is not the main character in this story, yet she plays an important part in unfolding many facets of Sia.

Sia has to be mentioned in my review. I just loved her flaws. Her fear is her strength. Her hatred is her weapon and her love is her Achilles' heel. How the three emotions play an important role in her life makes this story very interesting.  

The Ending 
Is Ruthless.  One has to read the book to understand this but if you do, then please don't comment under my post for I can assure you if it was not a spoiler, I would have mentioned it. Ms. Kasi. Well played. 


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Monday, January 30, 2017

Spotlight: A Walk in the Rain by Udai Yalda




A WALK IN THE RAIN
by 
Udai Yadla



Blurb

Love is elixir that keeps you alive. Love is poison that kills you. Unreciprocated love keeps you alive but kills every day.

Heartbroken Sunny lives a reclusive life, trapped in the past, living in his memories. He has no complaints about his life but refuses to embrace the present.

Saloni is a prostitute who is desperate to earn money by any means. She does not care about exploiting others to fulfill her purpose.

Fate unites the loner and the prostitute to embark on a life changing journey of retribution and self discovery.

Lovelorn Sunny turns misogynistic after Sandy, the only girl he loved walks away from his life, unannounced. He suffers painful solitude for almost two decades with the relentless haunting of her thoughts. A distressed friend Imran, vows to change his life forever. A surprise planned for his birthday turns into a tragedy that claims the life of his dear friend, triggering a series of unbelievable events. As Imran gets killed by a stranger, Sunny's calm life suddenly turns into a turbulent storm. With nothing left to live for, vengeance becomes his ultimate mission. His reluctant alliance with a prostitute to trace the killer sets him onto a nerve racking adventure of life and death.

Both are bound to a common goal with different motives but destiny has its own motive. A walk in the rain is an intricate tale of intense emotions, driven by hair raising twists and turns.

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Surya woke up to the symphonic pattering of the incessant rain drops on his bedroom window panes. He dragged himself to the window in a hypnopompic daze and sat on a chair beside. He pushed opened the window and stared outside to witness the magic of the tender rain. It, actually, was a magical sight.

The tiny specks of rain slapping the leaves of the trees and the leaves swaying to the tune of the rain droplets

 The fresh sprouts of the fluorescent green leaves peeking out through the nodes of the branches

Chirping of the sparrows sheltered in their nests

The fragrant aroma of the rain permeating the cool breeze

And the cool breeze seeping in through the window, forcing him to fetal position, gently caressing him

It was magical indeed. The ringing of his phone at the table near him attempted to disturb his dreamy experience. He silenced it without even looking at it and continued to enjoy the blissful beauty of the pluvial charm. There was a mystic bond between the two. He sat at the window, silently staring at the rain as if he was deciphering a coded message. The ringing of his phone interrupted him again. He didn’t ignore the call this time. He shrugged in exasperation as he picked the phone. His frustration vanished when he knew who was calling. He smiled as he looked at the calling number.

“Hey Sunny boy… What took you so long?” screamed a voice at the other end, as he attended the call.

He had a close circle of very few friends, who call him Sunny. Others didn’t know his nickname. He maintained formal relationship with the rest from his old friends circle. He had to move away from the window to make the call as the sound of the rain was a disturbance to the caller. He had a short call with his friend, desperate to go back to his private conversation with the rain.

When he returned, he observed that the pattering of the rain drops had ceased its long and continuous endeavor. Sunny dropped his phone on the table and looked at the clock.

‘Damn it… The rain tricked me once again.” He was late to his office.

He rushed to the bathroom and finished his daily chores in record time. Skipping his breakfast, which had almost become a habit for him, he wore a pant and shirt, carelessly picked from his modest wardrobe. He didn’t even look at the mirror to check how he looked. He didn’t care.

As he rushed out snatching his bag from the shelf, he made an abrupt stop at the window. He stared at the droplets clinging on the window pane as he slowly walked up to the window. He then connected the droplets form the word ‘SANDY’ on the pane and his lips curved into a smile on his bushy bearded face without his knowledge, which he noticed in the reflection on the window pane.



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Udai Yadla is a passionate author and poet. Mechanical engineer by education, Software engineer by profession, Writer by passion. Owing to his job, he travelled to various cities, socializing with people of different cultures. He cultivated interest in learning more about people, which perhaps enticed him into the study of human psychology. His interest in psychology is evident in his writings. His first book 'A walk in the rain' is widely appreciated equally by critics and peers. He has been nominated for Forbes India Celebrity 100 List. He is the most sought after author among young breed of authors. He is currently working on his next novel, which is a psychological thriller.


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Friday, January 27, 2017

Spotlight: Shadowed Promise by Sunanda Chatterjee


SHADOWED PROMISE

From riots in Bombay to the riches of Beverly hills...
by
Sunanda Chatterjee



Blurb

Moyna’s cousin panted at the doorway, heavy with child. “Who did this to you?” her father shouted. And Moyna knew that somehow she would be blamed for this unspeakable shame on the family. Her aunt blamed her for all the tragedies, from the death of Moyna’s own parents to the riots in Bombay. But, as her cousin lay dying of stab wounds, Moyna promised to protect the baby.

In a panic, eighteen-year-old Moyna made a hasty decision that would return to haunt her years later. 

Bullied as a child, Sameer wants to make the world a safer place.  He has spurned a cushy career in his father’s law firm for public service. Sameer is drawn to the mysterious Moyna when they meet in Los Angeles. The attraction seems mutual, but Moyna remains cautious and secretive about her past, insulating herself from love to protect others from her unlucky curse.

At the cusp of political victory, Sameer faces increasing gun violence and death threats leading to an FBI investigation. But his greatest challenge comes when a shadow from Moyna’s past threatens to destroy their future.

What hope do they have with the media hungering for a scandal?

A story of friendship, redemption, and forgiveness, “Shadowed Promise” is a journey from blind faith to triumphant love.




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Sameer chased after Moyna as she opened the side-door to the stairwell. When the door nearly swung shut, he stuck in his foot and opened it again. She had already reached the landing, so he took the stairs two at a time. “Moyna, I wanted to say congratulations!”
Her face glowed in the cardinal and gold graduation gown. A low pony swung below the cap, the tassels of which hung at her cheek. She looked happy. She smiled at him, for a moment, without holding back. Her smile was dazzling in its brilliance. Why didn’t she smile more?
She said, “Was that all you wanted?”
He grinned. You have no idea what I want! “I was thinking… now that you’ve graduated, maybe we can take this to the next level.”
She stared at him. “Sameer, I have a lot of baggage. There are things about my past… I can never tell you.”
“I don’t care about the past. I want to know if there’s any hope of a future for us.”
She sighed, a sorrowful, regretful sigh that turned his heart cold, as if she had slapped him on his face. She would never let him into her heart. But she said, “You’ll never be satisfied with what I can offer.”
You’ve offered me nothing before! He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “As long as you’re giving me all you can offer. Moyna, you have no idea what you make me feel. Just be with me. With time, you’ll trust me enough to let me into that wonderful heart of yours.”
She stared with those hypnotic eyes. Her lip trembled a little. And he had no doubt she felt the same way. He drew her closer, held her face, and pressed his lips to hers, as her cap fell to the floor.
Her lips felt petal soft against his, her arms on his back felt like chains from which he never wanted freedom. His hands roved over her neck and back and came to rest on her hips. The smell of her perfume, her breath, the feel of her skin against his, intoxicated him.
Above and below them, footsteps of students echoed in the stairwell. He hungered for breath, but couldn’t let go. She seemed to melt in his arms as she clung to him, teasing his hair, and raking his back.
When she pulled away, he wondered what year it was.
She was panting.
He watched his reflection dance in her eyes and it felt so right. That’s all he wanted. Her image in his eyes, and his in hers. Nothing else mattered. “I … I think I’m in love with you.”
He felt her stiffen as she took a step back. Did I say something wrong? Her expression was inexplicable. Her lips trembled, her eyes moistened, and it seemed that every fiber of her body wanted to be with him.
And yet he heard her saying, “I can’t do this!” She turned away and darted down the corridor toward her room.
He chased after her and grabbed her wrist. “I don’t understand. Is there someone else?”
She whirled around to face him, eyes wild with panic. “What? Yes. Yes, there’s someone else!”
She tried to wrench her hand free, but he tightened his grip. “Who? Karan? How come I’ve never met him?”
She stopped struggling. “You’ll never understand. Please, Sameer, I can’t be with you. Walk away from me. For your own good. It’s best for both of us.”
“I don’t believe it.” He jabbed his finger at the stairwell. “Just a minute ago you were kissing me. Tell me it meant nothing to you!”
“Stop!”
He saw a sparkle of tears in her eyes and his face softened. “Moyna, look into my eyes and tell me you don’t love me.”
She didn’t say anything. He wrapped her into a powerful embrace and kissed her, tasting the tears on her cheeks. He shivered as her hands snaked below his arms and ran up his back, hooking around his shoulders; she clung to him, and their bodies molded into each other.
He felt the warmth of her breath, her skin, and her flesh, and knew he never wanted to be with anyone else. After a moment’s hesitation, she kissed him back, sending his head spinning.
He lifted her off her feet with ease and pinned her against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nipped at his lips, as his hand found her breast. Control was out of the question. The fire of that raw desire burnt any logic he had left. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
And then she struggled out of his embrace. A sharp pain pierced through his numbed consciousness when she stamped on his shoe with her three inch heel. He winced and hopped on one foot.
Panting, she glared at him and scrubbed her mouth. Then she pushed against him with both her hands, her eyes brimming with angry tears. “You arrogant, presumptuous, selfish bastard! Just because you’ve never been refused anything in your life, you think you can go about taking what’s not yours.”
Confused, he frowned and took a step toward her as she backed into the wall. “But you’re mine, Moyna!”
She gave a scornful laugh. “Your wealth means nothing to me. Your beauty means nothing to me. You’ll never be like Karan. Karan was brave, noble and selfless. You’re nothing!”
Sameer stepped back, his mind in turmoil. She hates me. Her dalliance with him had been a farce. The last three years had been a lie. He rubbed his forehead, stunned. “Wh…”
She yelled in a shaking voice, “Do you hear me? You mean nothing to me! Leave me alone.”


He clenched his fists, turned on his heel, and walked away, his steps booming in the quiet corridor, as his future with her vanished into oblivion.


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Freelance author, blogger, and ex-Indian Air Force physician Sunanda Joshi Chatterjee completed her graduate studies in Los Angeles, where she is a practicing pathologist. While medicine is her profession, writing is her passion. When she’s not at the microscope making diagnoses, she loves to write fiction. Her life experiences have taught her that no matter how different people are, their desires, fears, and challenges remain the same.

Her themes include romantic sagas, family dramas, immigrant experience, women’s issues, medicine, and spirituality. She loves extraordinary love stories and heartwarming tales of duty and passion. Her short stories have appeared in short-story.net and induswomanwriting.com. 


She grew up in Bhilai, India, and lives in Arcadia, California with her husband and two wonderful children. In her free time, she paints, reads, sings, goes on long walks, and binge-watches TV crime dramas.



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Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Book Blitz: God and His Girlfriend by Priyank Aryan



Name of the book: God & His Girlfriend

Author: Priyank
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The Story:





Have you ever met a pretty girl in a suspicious condition with blood stained hands lying in a hotel room where you are staying in? 


Can a love story see its acceptance in the Indian society when the boy is from slums and the girl is born in a rich family? 


How many of you have met those girls who were molested by their known ones when they had not even crossed the age of 14? Isn’t forced and unwilling sex after marriage similar to a rape? 


Whether the prayers offered in love strong enough to bring back someone’s lost beloved from PoK? 


How many of you know a person whose deeds are completely ideal, something which only a God can do? 


Whether religion, caste or community should really be a parameter in deciding the hierarchy and dominance of people living in this world? 


God and his girl-friend is a mercurial story about two youngsters, from entirely different backgrounds who strive hard against their comfort to live with their passion. A boy from the slums and a girl from a rich lavishing family set out on an embarking journey to touch the moon. This takes them through many tests, eventually tying them up in love, followed by an unforgettable service to the nation as true stalwart patriots.








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‘The HINDU’ calls Priyank’s books, which has stories inspired from real life to be perfect in portraying the power of love.


Bollywood film maker Imtiyaz Ali conveyed his words to Priyank at a literary event in Delhi that he could see Priyank emerging out as a potential story writer from his city Jamshedpur.


Priyank is an author, a start up lover cum aspiring entrepreneur, a story teller and a motivational speaker. He is a gold medal winner in creative writing at the National level. He was named as the Best Debut Author of 2014 by Aagman Literary Organization, a Delhi based literary and cultural house for his novel ” I am dead but my heart beats. ”


He completed his Engineering from BIT Sindri, Dhanbad in 2015. He has delivered story telling sessions and motivational talks across many organizations in a short span of one and half year. He is the founder of Embellish India, a start-up he kicked off while in college. Currently, he works for a Delhi based funded start up after resigning from his first MNC job at TCS.


Born in Amethi (Uttar Pradesh) on 29th October, in a Maithil Brahmin family and brought up in Ghatsila (a small town near Steel city Jamshedpur in Jharkhand), Priyank’s dream is to bring changes in the country and make it a better place to live in. Writing was never his passion nor his goal. It happened to him by chance, by destiny, in an attempt to fulfill someone’s dream. He loves cricket, travelling, sleeping and trying out new delicacies.



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Monday, January 16, 2017

Book Review: The Prince's Special Bride by Devika Fernando


Name of the book: The Prince's Special Bride
Author: Devika Fernando
Star Rating: 4 stars.
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My Review:
I am reading Ms. Fernando's work after a long time. I always had a feeling that her writing caters to YA novels but with this series of  Royal Romance, she has certainly proved me wrong. 

The Starting Phase:

Every romance reader reads a romance novel for one thing only - the 'good feel' feeling that remains even after you close the book. Ms. Fernando's romance has that. Now who wouldn't want to be a Cinderella of their own love story? But here Marie is not a damsel in distress where the knight in the shining armor comes to the rescue. She stands out as a very strong woman who loves her identity. This makes me want to connect with Marie - for the days of a damsel in distress are gone. 

The Princely attitudes:
While writing a romance series and that too of a make believe Prince - not only does a writer create believable characters but also the world where the Prince will rule supreme. The alpha hero who escapes all those swooning ladies, only to be caught up by the bluntly-spoken, tomboyish yet beautiful (read that as someone who does not know how beautiful she is) ordinary girl.
Both Christian and Marie did justice to their respective role. 

The ambiance:
Was created by Christian's sister, Olivia. I really liked this character a lot and a little birdie told me that she makes an appearance in the series later. I am looking forward to reading the love story of Olivia. Once you read this book, you will know why :) Her beauty and grace will leave a mark on the reader.

What I loved about this book:
1. The total royal ambiance. 
2. The chemistry between Marie and Christian.
3. The struggle between falling in love and duty.  
4. The matchmaker :)

What I needed more from this book:
A few scenes I think the writer could have done without and a bit tighter editing. Not much. Just a bit :) Looking forward to reading the whole series now. 

Would I recommend this book:
A must read for all romance readers.

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Friday, January 13, 2017

Book Review: Shadowed Promise by Sunanda Chatterjee

Name of the Book: Shadowed Promise 
Author: Sunanda Chatterjee 
Rating: 5 stars. 

Starting from the suburban Mumbai, Sunanda Chatterjee takes us across the seven seas by the sheer power of her words. I traveled along with Moyna from Mumbai to Beverly hills and with each step, I found myself getting closer to Moyna. 
I just loved Moyna's character. After a long time, I am reading a character that is complete with all her vulnerability and strength. Her darkness is her curse. The deaths around her are her nightmares. Yet out of that, she emerges as a strong career woman with a heart of gold. 

“And Lucy loves you. So don’t you get it? If you believe dogs have a sixth sense, then you must believe you aren’t bad luck.”

The above lines connected me to Moyna. Her vulnerability is at its peak at this point of time yet she is not one of those dames who needs a man to lean on. There were moments I hated her aunt for playing with her emotions. Moyna seemed a much bigger person than me. Never complaining and accepting all the problems that came her way. The characters around her are very well etched. Be it the Aunt to Avinash. From Karan to Sameer. As a reader, I could connect to each and every character of this novel. 

Her journey from Mumbai to the USA, her enrollment and her making new friends. At this point, I just had one small issue. The smoothness with which everything happened to Moyna. A bit of struggle could have added to her character but then if she had such a childhood, I suppose God had to be kind to her somewhere. But new culture and without much of a cash - somewhere, something must have been tough. No?

And then there was a part which surprised me the most. The meeting of Moyna and Bashir. Forgiveness is a very touchy subject with me personally. I don't know, if as a human, I can forget a crime of that magnitude. And in such a calm way.  I had the same problem with another book I had read in the recent months. The attitude one has about forgiving - especially the way we writers write it- I sometimes find it very naive. Even I do it. For we want to spread the love and forgiveness. But in reality, can I forgive a person like Bashir? But yes, I do agree with Ms. Chatterjee's logic of Mass hysteria. Very beautifully terrifying. 

As I close this book - one line will stay with me for a long time - 

"She’d lose a child she’d borne, in order to accept one she’d abandoned."

Even if Moyna is totally surrounded by problems, it's still a story of love and hope. And remember to keep a box of tissue next to you - this story will touch your heart.  Moyna's every achievement made my heart swell with pride. Loved this book. 

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Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Spotlight: Soulless by M V Kasi




SOULLESS
by
M.V.Kasi



Blurb

They say when you take revenge you lose a part of your soul. 

But Sia hadn't felt her soul in a very long time. She only knew the soul-crushing fear and helplessness. Especially during the nights, when she fought an invisible enemy that terrorized her during the nightmares. 

Her days weren't any better either. She spent most of them trying to desperately gain control of her life while battling her various fears and addictions. 

She was only twenty three, but she had resigned herself to live the rest of her life that way. Fearing the unknown. 

Until it all changed one day. 

Now she knew. She knew that the monster from her nightmares was real. And also that her soul had been ripped apart from her. 

The memories had brought in fear, rage and pain, along with a strong craving for a swift payback. 

But revenge was a dish best served cold. And it required a complete absence of emotion. 
So now? 

Now she plotted. And she schemed. She prepared herself in every possible way to hunt and destroy her enemy. 

But every mission, however well planned can go awry. Sometimes it's because even though one can be soulless, there is always the heart. A very weak and desperate heart that was being stolen by a man. 

A man who was like a bright spark of vivid colors in her otherwise dark and dreary life. 
A man...who was only supposed to be collateral damage. 







Read an excerpt from #Soulless

"Need help holding the bag still?" a deep voice asked from behind her.

Sia yelped in surprise, hitting the kick-boxing bag accidentally, and had to jerk back, away from the heavy swinging bag. Her sudden movement dropped her phone from her hands onto the gym floor. She could see half a dozen pieces of what used to be her phone scattered around.

Shit. Most of her contacts were stored in that phone. Now she'd have to waste at least a couple of hours to buy a new one and retrieve her contacts list. But she had bigger worries, and a more immediate danger.

On instinct, she widened her stance, ready to swing around and kick the intruder in his face, either to dislocate his jaw or at least break his damn nose.

"Whoa, whoa, easy lady," said a laughing man's voice, moving away from her swing.

As soon as she turned around, the air left with a whoosh from her lungs. And it wasn't because of her move. It was because of the face in front of her.

She kept staring at the amused boyish grin with twin dimples on the man's face.

"That looks like one hell of a fall," he said as he looked down at her broken phone.

Sia didn't even bat an eyelid when the man knelt down and picked up the pieces.

"I think I can salvage this," he murmured, and began to work on fixing her phone.

His eyes were focused on the job at hand and he had an intense look of concentration as he worked over her phone. Sia realized that she was gawking at a complete stranger like an idiot instead of demanding her personal property back.

"Wait, you don't have to..." Her damn voice was soft and whispery as it drifted off.

The man looked up briefly at her and smiled.

That little stretch of his mouth muscles was causing havoc to her insides. And it wasn't because of the panic she usually felt, it was because of the beautiful face in front of her. And it was having a strange effect on her.

What the hell was happening?

Her usual cold and aloof protective barrier was having a tough time emerging. Maybe because she felt a false sense of security around him, due to his blindingly good looks combined with the boy-next-door smile. But she wasn't the type of woman who usually got affected by some pretty boy's face. Then what the hell was so damn special about him?

It didn't make any sense. He was just a guy. Weren't they all the same? Yet somehow she felt a strange sense of connection with him. Especially with his smile.

You are just horny. You are a twenty four year old with a good imagination and a healthy sex drive. Yes. That must be it, she rationalized, looking at his ripped body that was barely concealed in his work-out shorts. He definitely must be one of the personal trainers at the gym. Maybe used to attract the female clients with his smile and body.

"Like what you see?" he asked, without raising his head. He was still working intently on her phone, but had a small smirk on his face.

At his teasing remark, she snapped out of whatever thing had possessed her.

What the hell was she doing? She asked herself again.

He's just a good looking guy, and she's seen, and also been with several guys who were similarly good looking.

"I think I can fix my phone by myself," she said coolly, extending her hand as irritation slowly crept into her.

"I'm almost done. This is a newer model, so there are smaller parts that need to be placed in the right sequence. And besides, I caused you to drop it in the first place," he said.

"True. But you have already done enough damage. Maybe next time, you should stop and think before sneaking up on the gym members, during the early hours of the morning."

At her stern set down, he stopped what he was doing to glance at her.

His eyes blazed as he looked at her face, and then slowly, and unashamedly, he dragged his eyes down the length of her body, lingering on her toned arms and legs.

Instead of being offended, she felt his gaze ignite something. Soon, a warning siren went off in her head as images of them spending a dirty night ran in her mind.

Sia recoiled mentally from those images. She had stopped having random meaningless sex almost a year ago. And more recently, she had promised herself, she would not be distracted from her mission because of anything or anyone.

But right then, staring at the beautiful man with a sweet, melting smile, and a contradictory brazen look, she was ready to jump on him on the gym floor, and take what her body wanted from him.

Before she pounced on a complete stranger, Sia grabbed her phone from his hand, and took a few steps away from him to give herself some space. She subtly took some deep breaths to calm down even as his eyes continued to assess her.

When his eyes met hers, he smiled again. "By the way I'm Ajay, and you are...?"

Before she could reply another man's voice interrupted them. "Good morning, Ajay. How have you been bro?"

 A brief look of irritation passed on Ajay's face, but he turned and smiled openly at the guy who joined them.

"I'm doing great Ravi. It's been a while, and quite a set up you have here..."

Before he could finish catching up with the other guy, Sia began walking out from there. After collecting her water bottle and work-out towel, she moved towards the stairs, and glanced back briefly towards him.

He was still talking to the other man, but his eyes were on her, laughing at her in amusement. As though he knew she was running away because of him.

Dammit.



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About the author



By day, MV Kasi works for a software company. She currently lives in Hyderabad, India with her husband and son.

By night, she gives in to her fascination to explore the human psychology and the various facets of life in her writing. She has particular fascination with successful people who are not considered 'normal' by society's standards.

Her love for reading has led her to start writing on her own. She likes to add depth to her characters and explore their psychological motivations. Due to the nature of topics and plots, she does not shy away from writing about sexuality or violence. Despite covering some heavy topics, she likes to infuse humor into her writing.



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