Book Review- Demons in My Mind by Aashish Gupta

Book Name- Demons in my mind 
Author- Aashish Gupta
Genre- Fiction/ Motivational
Publisher- Notion Press
Pages- 330

Blurb

Are crimes and mental illness related?
Is your mind under your control?
Is your life an illusion created by you?
Dakshesh, an old man in Sirubari village suffering from cancer, wishes to be released from excruciating pain. His journey takes him to the three monks, known for miraculous healing and life transformation. He discovers they are no saints, but hardened criminals. The three monks – Rizwan, Murli, Joseph – narrate stories of unprecedented savagery that would make even the most cold-hearted criminals look down with shame.
The dark stories of the three monks leave Dakshesh gasping, but there is something about their dishonorable lives that relieves Dakshesh from his pain.
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Review

Demons Of My Mind is a debut novel  by Aashish Gupta and he serves us an unique plot. There are many surprises in the book which glues readers with the book.

Book Title and Cover- Book Title is interesting and creates curiosity about the content. Cover goes well with the title and the content and adds curiosity.

Blurb is short, crisp and fine.

Overall, First Impression of the book attracts readers.

Language and Narration- Language of the book is simple and easy to comprehend. Narration is done in first person narrative and is done well.

Book is edited well and increases reading experience.

Storyline and Plot- Storyline of this book is unique and keeps readers hooked with book.

Storytelling skills of Mr. Gupta  is amazing and the picturesque and detailed description helps readers imagine scenes in our head.

The three stories of three monks are written brilliantly however, several questions remained unanswered.

Except that, Demons in my mind is perfect book if you’re looking for inspiring fiction read.

Rating-
Book Title and Cover- 3.5/5
Language and Narration- 4/5
Storyline and Plot- 3/5
Final Rating- 3.5/5

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Book Review- The Moon In The Sun by Sanjay Kumar Singh

Book Name- A novel in poetry of Love, Life, Soul & Wildlife: The Moon In The Sun
Author- Sanjay Kumar Singh 
Genre- Fiction
Pages- 190 
Price- ₹340

Blurb

When Narayan Sambhan’s world fell apart at a very tender age, the time he spent in the forests that lay ample around his village resuscitated him. No one knew the forests and the tiger better than Narayan Sambhan. But the forests are mercilessly cut down and increasing loneliness invades his life. As he struggles to carry on, a remarkable incident takes place.

The Moon In the Sun is a tale in poetry set in the Himalayan Terai replete with mesmerizing sights, bliss and beauty as also nerve-wracking experiences that the jungles alone can provide and bestow. It is also a touching tale, in poetry, of the wonderful journey that life can be when the soul attempts to break free.

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Review

The Moon in the Sun is a tale in poetry which is set it in a village of Himalayas and which is about Nature, Tiger and a Man.

This book is different from most of the novel coming out these days. The unique way of telling a story in the form of poetry, a book where nature is at the centre of attention and various emotions coming out of lines which rhyme is what sets this book different from most of the books.

Language used in the book is simple and easy to comprehend. The tale is gripping and poetry makes it easy to read, follow and cherish.

Book cover gives hint about the genre and is appropriate with the theme of the book. Title is very long and difficult to remember but goes well with the book.

Except for the title, this book is perfect in every sense.

I would rate this book 4/5 stars.

Altogether, This book is unique and serves us a beautiful book about Nature and poetry.

I would recommend this book to the nature lovers and readers who are looking for something new to read.

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Book Review- Twenty- Twenty: A Race Against Time by Anuraag Srivastava

Book Name- Twenty Twenty: A Race Against Time
Genre- Thriller Fiction
Publisher- Srishti Publications
Pages- 220
Price- ₹195

Blurb

Life is a fast-paced Twenty20 game and you need to keep playing to win. Abhi and Aditi are siblings who want to realise their dreams in the ever upgrading world. In the midst of all the struggle and success, they get entangled in a strange web. If they are not able to resolve the crisis in twenty days, their very existence can come under threat. In short, they have to hit sixes on every bouncer thrown at them. Not just with the world outside, this ordeal is also a fight with one’s own character and principles. Unwanted situations, unexpected turns, money and sex push them deeper into the web. Manipulations and treachery become the order. The hunter becomes the hunted. A vicious circle of betrayal and debauchery is created. ‘Twenty Twenty’ is a story of betrayal, deceit and relationships, where a master planner devises games, to get to his own ambitions.
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Review

Enthralling, Engaging and Interesting. Three words are best to describe Twenty-Twenty: A race against time.
It’s fast paced and serves us one of the gripping book in thriller genre coming out of India.
Book Title is interesting and catches attention of readers. It is appropriate with the book but Book Cover needs major work. It’s unreal and although it goes with the content, it does not fit.
Blurb is short, interesting.
Language used in the book is easy to comprehend. I loved the short inputs by author between the paragraphs.
Writing Style of author is simple and for a first-time-author, it is decent.
Characterization is done well and I loved how author tried to portray real characters and he succeeded doing so.
Author has good storytelling skills and engages us with the book. Pace of the book is fast, goes well with the thriller.
Author has tried to add Suspense, Romance, Thriller and everything a reader would ask for in his debut novel.
It was an interesting read and I enjoyed my time reading this book.
I would rate this book 4 out of 5 stars.
It was a perfect read except for the cover of the book.
I would recommend this book to thriller readers out there.

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Book Review- The Day before… I Died (Matryoshka in East) by Ashi Kalim

Review-

The Day Before I…..Died  is Historical Romance Fiction which revolves around Svetlana, daughter of Stalin. She falls in love with an Indian Prince Brajesh.

The short love story, history and international politics is handled well and book serves us something more than regular love story.

Book Title and Cover– Book Title is interesting and appropriate with the book and catches attention of readers. Cover is beautiful and suggests us about the genre and content.

Both Title and Cover catches attention of readers.

Language and Narration- Language used in the book is simple and easy to comprehend.
Narration is done well but could be improved in next book for better reading experience. However, The poems and poetic writing style of Ashi glued me with this book.

Characters- Author has well portrayed the character of Svetlana and Brajesh. I loved Svetlana. She has depth, understanding and her own opinion about his father’s decision.

On the other side, Brajesh is calm and decent however author could have portrayed him well.

Storyline and Plot- Plot of this book is unique and interesting. Although, this book is only 100 pages long, it well highlights history, world politics.

Storytelling is what binds you with the book. Scenes are written well and they flow smoothly.

You can read this book if you like history and love stories.

Review-

Book Title and Cover- 4/5
Language and Narration- 4/5
Characterization- 4.5/5
Storyline and Plot- 4.5/5
Final Rating- 4.5/5

All in all, The Day Before I….Died is an interesting read and could be enjoyed by readers who love Historical Romance.

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Book Review- It Ain’t College It’s War by Subhodeep Mukherjee

Book Name- It Ain’t College, It’s War! 
Author- Subhodeep Mukherjee
Genre- YA-College/Fiction
Pages- 370
Price- ₹350

Blurb-

What happens when an engineering college fresher:
• confronts his violent seniors on the first day of ragging?
• tries to woo a beautiful senior who has a nasty boyfriend?
• is heart-broken when his past causes his break-up with the girl he loves?
• goes boozing for the first time?
• is involved in a bloody inter-hostel rivalry with dire consequences?
In his debut novel, It Ain’t College, It’s War! (Book 1 of the It Ain’t trilogy), Subhodeep Mukherjee tells the story of Rahul Arora, an outspoken Delhi boy with a devil-may-care attitude that always gets him in trouble.
Amidst the politically charged atmosphere of his college and his many adventures, Rahul seeks true love, friendship and a job. Will he manage to find balance in his life? Will he make peace with his teachers, classmates, seniors and father and find what he is looking for or will his attitude get the better of him?
Loosely based on true events and also touching on various social issues, this book explores the meaning of love, friendship and career as seen through the eyes of the narrator and protagonist, Rahul Arora.
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Review-

It Ain’t College, It’s War is a YA-College Fiction where Subhodeep Mukherjee serves us College Life of Rahul Arora. It was fun to read this novel.
It’s the first book of It Ain’t Trilogy.
Book Title and Cover- Book Title suits to the storyline and plot and is appealing. Book Cover too attracts the attention of the readers. Blurb is short, crisp and interesting.
Narration- Author has good narrative skills, author binds readers with the book with his narrative style. As the story progressed i found myself enjoying the slightly different narration of this book.
Characters- Author has given each character enough time and amount of attention. I loved how characters evolved as story progressed.
Storyline and Plot- Both Storyline and Plot of the book are amazing. I enjoyed every page of the book, the story was running smoothly till the very end. The humour in the book was fun to read.
Author has tried to put Ragging, Infatuation, Hostel Rivalry, Hilarious Hostel Stories and he succeeded to bring smile on my face while reading this book.
However, it could have been cut shorted by removing boring, monotonous scenes.
All in all, reading this book was an interesting experience.
Rating-
Book Title and Cover- 4/5
Narration and Language – 3.5/5
Character Justification- 4/5
Storyline and Plot – 3/5
Overall Rating – 3.5/5
All in all, It Ain’t College, It’s War is average read and could be enjoyed by people who want to relive hostel/college life.

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Read Karma by Kevin Missal (Sample Chapters)

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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.

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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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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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