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Karma

by

Kevin Missal

Chapter 1

The girl’s corpse was stinking now.

It had been hours since they had been seeking for a place to hide the body. Raju, sitting in the back, hearing the constant thuds of the corpse in the trunk, was reminded of how much of a dire situation they were in. Prashant was in the passenger seat while Yadav sat, driving solemnly.

Raju licked the sweat that trickled over his lips.

“Fuck man, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he stamped his feet. “This was not the plan.”

“I freaked out, man,” Prashant sighed.

“We just had to have a little fun and get away. We weren’t supposed to be killing people here.”

“Chuck that. I hope they don’t find any traces that link it to us in the flat.”

“We were clean,” said Yadav, breaking the silence. “Just hold your tongue and be quiet. After this night, we are done, keeping out of contact for a while. If we are seen together, things might turn fishy.”

They both nodded.

Yadav stopped the car, close to the dense foliage. It was 3:00 AM at night and the fog had just welled up. Raju came out first, leading the way to the car’s trunk and opening it. He found the girl, pale like the overhead moon, her one hand over her cheeks and the other on her lap.

How did this even happen?

But it was a stupid question. He was responsible for it, or at least a partial accessory to it. He was there, beating the husband ruthlessly while Prashant was playing with her. Things escalated, she protested and he broke her neck. And Raju saw the last of it, the horror of it, as her blank, lifeless eyes stared at him coldly.

Now those same, cold eyes are watching him again and his heartbeat pounds, almost breaking apart the skin.

“Let’s do it,” he exasperatedly sighed.

Chapter 2

EIGHT YEARS LATER…

“Any courier for me, Rastogi Ji?” asked Karman, sitting on the porch of his bungalow, the one his Daadi had left him for.

The postman shook his head. “Nothing, sahib.” He had a crooked grin, that postman with heavy brows that shielded his entire eyes. He had a gray cap and gray costume.

“Saala,” he groaned as he pulled up from his seat. He had been waiting for a book he had ordered from Amazon. The money has been deducted from the bank and they haven’t even sent it.

“I’m sorry for your loss, sahib,” said Rastogi.

Karman shook his head. “Thank you.”

“Your daadi was a very sweet person,”

“Yeah, she lived a long life,” he grinned. He wasn’t really sad. She was ninety-one when she passed away. It had been only a week and initially, it was sad, but things were looking up for him. He had got a job as a content writer for a new startup so he just needed to stay at home and brainstorm. Otherwise, he concentrated on his novel, hoping to write something amazing in the fantasy field, something supernatural. He had even bought all the books concerning Hindu mythos that was dark in nature.

Rastogi waved him farewell as he left, becoming indiscernible in the distance after a while.

Karman scanned his surrounding—a dry, pathetic desert with greenery hardly to be seen. There were a few houses; bungalows in fact, close by but nothing or no one that he would consider as neighbors. And yet he could see a woman, walking in a salwar kurta, with her long wavy hair and a bindi on her forehead.

“Ms. Roma,” he came on his feet. “How are you doing?”

She had blue eyes, which Karman fancied. There was always one trait about an individual that would hold a person’s interest and for him, in Roma’s case, it was her blue eyes.

“I’m fine, Mr. Malik, how are you doing today?”

Karman noticed she had a metal tiffin box in her hand. “You bought me laddoos again?”

“No re, Mr. Malik. This is paneer ki sabzi.”

“Oh.”

She handed it to him, and Karman reluctantly took it.

“But why do you travel so far on foot to give me these food items?”

At that, she blushed. Karman noticed how fair she was and how whenever something awkward would come up, her cheeks would just fluster.

“I feel you live on eggs and bread, having no woman in the house, so I thought I would give you some food beyond your bare means of subsistence.”

Karman nodded, peering over her shoulder to see her bungalow. She lived some fifty yards from him, with a little bit of dry, patchy fields in between and a tree that resembled geriatric wrinkled hands.

Old Gurgaon had always been a cowboy field, according to him. The sun was always bright here, the heat was strong and the fields were long

stretches of indefinitely marked out lands. At night, this same place would become frightening with owls and ravens, adding to the cacophony of rushing winds.

“How’s your mother?”

At that, she frowned. “Trying to find me a husband.”

“Well, you are old enough now. You deserve a boy. ”

“Ah, no ya. I don’t want a boy. I want a man.” She bit her lip.

And why did Karman, all of a sudden, feel threatened by that statement? He wondered.

“Well, you’ll, um, find a man too, I guess, heh,” he grinned nervously. “I would like to invite you to the house but it’s quite dirty as of now.”

“No, no it’s all right,” she began to walk further.

Karman stopped her, his hand moving away from her shoulder when she instantly froze. “I hope you don’t mind.”

There was a brief, humorous smile on her face. “No, no, not at all. We will meet again.”

“Great, Roma. Bye,” he waved.

Well, that was weird.

Karman, holding the tiffin box walked back to the bungalow, entering through the black gate, passing his Honda Civic and walking inside.

*

There were flashes of memory—the pipe, the dupatta, the blood and the smacking sound. Those eyes, he recalled, how horrible they were, glassily watching him as she breathed in the last seconds of that day. He would later wake up, with partial memory loss, but slowly he had gathered the truth. But he wishes sometimes this

hadn’t been the case, and as he now thinks about it— he remembers how he was useless, not able to do anything that day, feeling cripplingly ineffective. He was just a coward. And he still was, he admitted. They never found her body, thinking that she was a missing case but she isn’t a missing case, she’s dead. He knew it. It was the last thing he saw.

Those pale eyes…

He woke up from his bed at the sound of the thud, sweat beads trickling down his forehead. He came out of the bedroom, bare-chested, as he walked to the staircase. He descended to the ground floor, moving to the gate. He could feel something was out there. Was it Roma? No. She wouldn’t come so late. He hoped it would be some animal but as he stepped out, he grabbed a sweeping broom, deciding to investigate where the thud was coming from.

In the coldness of the night, there was a

silhouette. And slowly light gleamed on the shadow’s face revealing it to be a cherubic, pale faced girl with blood drenched clothes and a mouth that was smeared with dry blood. Her hair was dry and crumpled, pulled down till her shoulders and she looked dazed. But when she smiled, there was a sense of hope that just bloomed inside Karman.

Never in the wildest of dreams had he imagined his ex-wife would return from the dead.

Chapter 3

Karman sat at the corner of the bathtub while the soul ripped Urvi sat inside, the water covering till her collarbone as she rested her head on the wall. He was playing with her skin, pinching it a little, wondering if she was really real or not. But she was. They had kissed and she had said a few things that were difficult for an imposter to know.

Now she was here, without any explanation of how she returned but only having a partial memory of waking up from the ground.

“You remember those guys?”  She asked.

“I don’t.”

Karman sighed. He did, in fact. The faces of it, the remnants were clear but the massive head attack had resulted in him forgetting their names.

“What did the police say?”

“Not enough evidence to really catch them.”

“I’ll find them,” she said, her voice turning cold. “I’ll find them and make sure they pay for what they did.”

“Revenge is not the answer,”

She shook her head sheepishly. “They have turned me into a monster.”

“What do you mean?” Karman saw the same Urvi he knew eight years ago. In fact too same. She hadn’t aged at all.

“Something happened when I woke up,” she sighed. “That shouldn’t have taken place.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I pulled myself out of the ground, I saw a policeman shining a torch on my face. He wasn’t able to understand what was going on but he helped me initially, asking me bizarre questions about how I got here and it was all too blurry. But then there was a throbbing sound, the sound of arteries pumping blood and I couldn’t help but look at his throat—his tender, black throat that I wanted to rip apart. I had never felt such an attraction to something. It was like, I had to have it and if not, I would die.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” she nodded.

“You ripped his head?”

She circled her long nails over Karman’s skin. And most of the time, it would feel nice but as of now, the swirling only made the hair at the back of his head stand in fright.

“I ate it,” she said…..

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Review : Karma 

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Book – InstaRead – Karma

Author name : Kevin Missal

Publications :Kalamos Literary services

Price : 75

My verdict :

The cover of the book is thrilling, designed absolutely well, connecting towards the plot and the story.

Language & Narration :

The language is very easy, connecting. The narration is really good, the author hasn’t dragged any situation. Its quick and thrilling.

My take on story :

The story is beautifully scripted, the twists and turns are unexpected, within the flip of few pages, you start analysing the plot slowly.

A story that revolves around 8 years back, the robbery, the rape that has happened. Though years have flew but the effect of the case has sharply pinned into Karman’s mind.
After eight long years, when he is waiting eagerly a parcel containing his favourite books to be delivered from Amazon, but when he gets in house. He finds his…

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Book Review- Treacherous Desires by Kritika Sharma

Book Name- Treacherous Desires 
Author- Kritika Sharma 
Genre- Romance Fiction
Publisher- StoryMirror 
Pages- 160
Price- 175

Blurb

They say everything has an expiration date. Kaya didn’t know her marriage had one too. Suffering silently in her marriage she finds herself attracted to a stranger. Things get worse as he, too, feels the same way.
His smile wreaks havoc and touch causes chaos. Kaya doesn’t know what to do, as her ‘treacherous desires’ take hold. However there is an invisible barrier of ‘marriage’ that Kaya cannot break.
Torn between her failing marriage and the man who is irresistible, Kaya now has the hardest choice to make.
Whom will she choose? Will she be able to reignite the spark in her marriage or will she initiate a completely new relationship?
Find out more in this roller coaster ride of love, seduction, desires, passion and epic romance – which neither lets you ignore nor lets you endure.
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Review-

Treacherous Desires is a well written, quick, light and equally engaging novel by Kritika Sharma.
Book Cover and Title– Book Cover is mysteriously seducing and catches the attention of readers. It goes well with the plot and theme. Title is totally appreciate and adds mystery to it and catches the attention of readers.
Language and Writing Style- Language of the author is lucid. Writing style of author is fresh and binds readers with the book. Narration is decent and compliments the storyline.
Characterization– I loved characterization of the book. Kritika has managed to put the real emotions of protagonist in story. The dilemma and the guilt of consequences is brilliantly written.
Even the side characters are well portrayed.
Storyline and Plot– Storyline of the book is fresh and provides us unique yet realistic plot.
From the first page only story starts taking pace and scenes are given one after other. However the pace of the story was fast and slow in between few pages, apart from that, it was interesting read.
Ratings-
Book Cover and Title- 4/5
Language and Writing Style- 3.5/5
Characterization- 4/5
Storyline and Plot- 3.5/5
Final Rating- 4/5
All in all, Treacherous Desires is fast, gripping tale of dilemma, Desires and human emotions. I would recommend this book to Romance Fiction lovers.

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Book Review- Broken Radio by NIshant Nishit

Book Name- Broken Radio 
Author- Nishant Nishit
Genre- Fiction 
Publisher- Notion Press Publications 
Pages- 184 
Price- ₹190

Blurb

This book is not for those who believe in happily ever after tales. It’s brilliantly creepy, violent and extremely offensive in nature. It preaches a cult philosophy against an emasculating consumerist culture.
The story is a brilliant mix of transgressed elements held together by dirty realism. It focuses on characters who feel confined by the norms and expectations of society and who break free of those confines in unusual or illicit ways. Because they are rebelling against the basic norms of society, protagonists may seem mentally ill, anti-social, or nihilistic. The book deals extensively with taboo subject matters such as drugs, sexual activity, violence, pedophilia and crime.
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Review

Before starting my review, I want to congratulate Mr. Nishit for choosing and writing this genre in the time when Indian Authors are going after Romance Genre only.
To start my review, This book is quite an gore and talks about “realistic” and “dark” things about our society which exists and still are called as “Taboo”.
Author serves us story of Nik and  Aditya, how they met, their parallel stories interconnected with Violence and Gore content. It was interesting to read about all this stuff but over the time it felt like author is off the track from the main plot.
Plot is interesting and new one. Storyline goes well with the picture perfect characterization of Modern Youth.
I also liked the way author was putting his thoughts through the characters.
Language of the book is repetitive and however it goes well with the theme, a little more of vocabulary would have satisfied my literary thirst.
Narration is decent and complements the storyline.
Book Cover is beautiful with the broken radio and some blood. It gives us hint about the possible content in the book. Title is interesting and catchy. Blurb is straightforward and that’s why it catches attention of readers.
Overall, Broken Radio is one the unique book written by an Indian Author and though, story seemed little blurred, it was still an enjoyable read.
I would rate this book 4/5 stars and recommend this book to the fans of gore.

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Book Review- Stranger With Known Faces by Gautam Dutta

Book Name- Stranges With Known Faces 
Author- Gautam Datta
Genre- Fiction
Publisher- Invincible Publishers
Pages- 257 pages
Price- ₹185

Blurb- 
RajatMeenakshiSadaafAmol, and Shanaya are five University students with nothing in common- who should never have met in the first place. They meet after winning a lucky draw- the prize of which was to take part in a puzzle game. Though the game was engrossing, they were unable to solve the puzzle in the stipulated time. However, this lead to the beginning of a deep friendship between them. Their friendship blossomed. But ego and misunderstanding led to an acrimonious break up. They meet again- two decades later- when Shanaya is murdered, and the other four are suspects. The four soon realize that in spite of being estranged for so many years, there were unknown ties that bound them- ties of treachery, deceit, and subterfuge. Ties that have led them to come together in circumstances that no one could have foreseen. And the game that they had left incomplete two decades back has to be played yet again – on a much bigger canvas. Now they have to trust each other, clear their names, and get to the bottom of the mystery, which threatens not only their lives and relationships, but also the fabric of democratic India. As their travels and travails continue, they discover hitherto unknown facets of the people around them, as well as their own selves. Can they succeed in resolving the puzzle this time? Or is history doomed to repeat itself? As hidden aspects of the human personality are revealed, they realize that no one is what he or she appears to be. For the world comprises of ‘Strangers With Known Faces’.

Review-

Strangers With Known Faces is one of the finest crime thriller book written by an Indian author. Gautam Datta with his book ensures bright future of Indian Literature in crime thriller genre.
Book title is interesting. It creates curiosity about the book and gives a hint about the story. Cover is it could be made more appealing and appropriate with the theme and cover.
The language used is easy to connect with and rich in vocabulary. Writing style of author is easy to follow.
Book is well edited and it is free from any grammatical errors.
The author has done a wonderful job of sketching  his characters. As story flows, the characters grow and have a unique impact on the readers. The back story about the characters was very interesting and glued me to the book.
 Storyline is interesting. Author has artistically raised some question about the story in the prologue which are answered at the end of the book.
The blend of intriguing characters and interesting plot. Twists and turns are given throughout the book which binds the readers with the book. The dash of thriller in the plot ensures entertainment.
 Rating-
Book Title and Cover- 3/5
Language and Narration- 4/5
Characterization- 4/5
Storyline and Plot- 3.5/5
Final Rating- 4/5
All in all, Strangers With Known Faces is brilliant book which serves us one of the finest crime thriller written by an Indian author.

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Book Review- No Matter What I Do by Devanshi Sharma

Book Name- No Matter What I Do, I End Up Falling For You
Author- Devanshi Sharma
Genre- Romantic Fiction
Pages- 200
Price- 175

Blurb-

Kabir, Amaira, Kushank and Suhani – four very different people bound together by love and friendship – struggling to find the motto of their lives. Four individuals striving to find themselves. Four threads entangled together and four lives recuperating each other – No Matter What I Do is the story of these four youngsters, on a journey to find themselves.
The love story narrates tales of reversing stereotypes and finding individuality. But will they really find their reason to live
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Review-

No Matter What I Do: I End Up Falling For You  is the second novel by the  Devanshi Sharma. After her first novel, expectations were high from Devanshi and she succeeded to fulfill our expectations with her new book.
I received a free copy of this book from Kalamos Literary Services in exchange for an unbiased and honest review.
Book Cover and Title- The book Cover is eye-pleasing, plain and simple. However, it could have been made more attractive. The title is appropriate for the content and creates a curiousity about the book. The blurb is okay and further discloses about the content of the book.
Language and Narration- The language of the book is lucid. Narration is done in first person. It is simple and binds readers with the book. The descriptions are perfect and the editing is done well.
Characterization- All the characters are justified properly. I loved the way characters undergo a change in the latter half. It was good to read that apart from protagonist, supporting characters are artistically portrayed.
All in all, Characterization was near to perfect.
Theme- The theme of the book is unconditional love, it also shows the way a woman can change a man and what a man can do for the love of his life. The author has merged emotions with his word which makes you feel the pain and happiness of characters.
Storyline and Plot- Storyline of the book is unique and it serves a fresh story. Plot construction is gripping and forces you to read the book. Story is fast paced and scenes are penned beautifully and placed rightly. You can read this book in 3-4 hours.
Ratings-
Book Cover and Title- 3.5/5
Language and Narration- 3.5/5
Characterization- 4/5
Storyline and Plot-  4/5
Final Rating- 4/5
 All in all, No Matter What I Do: I. End Up Falling For You is an emotional story which will surely touch your heart. I would recommend this book to the romance fiction readers out there.

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Interview Session- Aparna Sinha, Author of Ashvamedha

Aparna Sinha wrote her first poem when she was seven, which she recited on All India Radio. Since then, her literary work and industry specific articles have been published in various media, including reputed business magazines across Asia.

Equipped with a Master’s in management, when she was forced to quit her lucrative job because of a chronic disease, she focused on her sole passion – writing.

1. Tell us about yourself.

Born and raised in city of Allahabad, by academician father (his book has won the national award) and writer mother; I was always a dreamer and always a story teller. I was a marketing communication professional and have worked in different geographies across SEAsia. I am a stay at home, mother of one year old boy and I love every bit of motherhood.

I love to read, travel and play electronic games (video/mobile). I have done Social service in field of women and child education.

I dislike watching movies or TV.

Aparna

2. What brought you in this writing world?

I started writing very young and recited a self composed poem at All India Radio when I was seven. I have been writing since. Professionally, I have written many industry-related and thought leadership articles (published in various magazines across globe) I have also written Poetries, prose and plays- many are published in various media.

The book happened when I was hit by chronic autoimmune disorder, which forced me to quit my job; while the world/society felt sorry for me for losing my perfect skin to a disease, which may or may not cure, I used the time to write the novel.  I recuperated as the book finished. Even though my body still carries marks of that illness, but it doesn’t remind me of pain and sleepless nights; it has made me strong and I thank god for that!

3. What after writing?

Writing is more like part of my life and it will remain so. I am so accustomed to penning my thoughts that a life after that in unimaginable.

4. Tell us about your work?

Ashvamedha- The Game of power, is a political thriller. The book is at #6 among “top 50 favorite books by a female author, 2016” (done by The Ladies Finger). Hindu (News paper) called it one of the best thrillers of recent times and is also among the top reads of Juggernaut APP.

Blurb

“You have to dethrone a powerful man to become the most powerful. I was itching to defeat the single most powerful person, but there wasn’t any. I was left with only one choice — to create one.”

Little does Ashwin Jamwal know that the last twenty-five years of his life have been controlled by a master manipulator, who wanted to make him the most powerful man on earth, though for a reason! Ashwin steps up to take oath as the youngest Prime Minister of India and is unknowingly thrown into a vortex of power and authority as the entire world is threatened by a faceless enemy — Hades.

The world starts to look up to Ashwin as the savior, but he was just a pawn, reared only to be sacrificed in the end.

A story of greed, lies, deceptions, manipulations and corruption, Ashvamedha is a thriller revolving around the infamous game of power in a maddening bid to seek absolute control.

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5. Tells us a name of the character that resembles you?

Adya, female lead, resemblances with me in many ways- she is independent, focused and very professional, dislikes wearing formal attire and loves to eat (very similar).

6. According to you what is the real meaning of literature?

Literature is the mirror of the people and society (and their sentiments), in words; it has various forms and styles, many languages and different views, but in the end it represents us; hence like us, it has gone through changes, it evolved. Like us, it is complex and simple at the same time.

To me a Haiku is as much a literature as limerick and Shakespeare is as eminent writer as E.L James.

7. Names of authors you follow. And why?

I am voracious reader and I read a lot. I am inspired by many authors and I quote them often- Besides John Keats. Oscar Wile, Charles Dickens… (Classic)

Kahlil Gibran: Easy parables with deep meanings. His writing goes deep within your soul and stirs it.  So beautifully written so simple and yet hard hitting is how I will define his writing skills

Michael Crichton: One of the best brains with very lucid story telling style; from quantum mechanics to DNA restructuring, he made complex subject looks like a child’s play.

Robert Ludlum: A thriller fanatic would always quote his name (if not intimidated by number of pages of his books) Detailed narration and great story has capacity to glue the readers till the end

Contemporary

John Grisham: Purely for his narrative style and drama

Khaleed Hosseni: is Charles Dickens of modern era; when he writes you could actually smell the fear and feel the pain!

Dan Brown: For the mystery on once an unexplored genre (symbology) and the narrative style.

8. Anything about your upcoming work?

I am working on a crime fiction.

9. How can our readers connect with you?

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Ashvamedha/

Twitter: aparna@326

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