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Book announcement

I am so very excited to announce my first book, Along Came A Spyder! This book is about a seventeen-year old girl, Samira, whose only dream is to be a bad-ass spy. Leading missions, running agents, evading exploding napalm – Sam wants to do…

And then there were four….

Retd. Col. Baldev Singh paced up and down the hall. Periodically, he would take out a neatly folded handkerchief and mop his brow. These girls were the reason he was so dependent on antacids, he thought, rubbing his chest. “No sense of time. They…

If I could receive one gift…

Mrs Fonseca was going to nurse this little grudge until the day she died. And the cranky old crone would probably outlive me by a hundred years. Which brings me back to my original feeling, that this moment was going to come back and bite me in the butt.

It’s not that time of the year without… (A Halloween short story)

it’s not that time of the year without the usual nightmares. I’ll be fine throughout the year, but when October rolls around, I wake up at 2 am, screaming, bathed in sweat, fists clenched tight.

A feast for the Nawab in you…

When you think about Awadh, the land of the Nawabs, the word that immediately comes to mind is, luxury. From what I’ve read and heard about them, the Nawabs of Awadh led an absolutely hedonistic lifestyle. Whether you talk about the 365 wives of Nawab…

Tell me no lies! (A short story)

I wrote this short story for #StoryAWeek, conducted by the Wrimo India group.   I dug my toes into the sand and sighed. The sand still retained some of the day’s heat, and the tightness in my feet slipped away slowly, as I pressed…

Like a lamb to the slaughter…(A short story)

This short story was written in response to a prompt, “ You find an alien object in your garden” for #StoryAWeek on the WriMo India group.   They were looking for her. She could hear their voices, calling out to her. “Sania!” “Come out, Sania!”…

How it all began…

                                        A Ding dong bell excerpt His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. “You have no idea who I am, do…

Prologue

Location:The Zenana gardens of Rajgarh palace, in the year 1970 It is 3 am, my favourite time of the night. A time, when people are in deep sleep, with their guards down. I like to look in on them…little sheep, ripe for slaughter. I…

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