Family Crossword: Quirky characters, Unexpected endings by Vibha Batra

family-crossword-quirky-characters-unexpected-endings-original-imaedrgzfjfhsgts.jpegFamily Crossword: Quirky characters, Unexpected endings by Vibha Batra is a collection of 41 short stories.

The Blurb:

Peppered with quirky characters, myriad emptions, poignant situations, and unexpected endings, it effortlessly captures a slice of every day Indian life. From starry encounters to brushes with the supernatural, from bored housewives to busy social butterflies, from difficult bosses to daring college students, the charming and light narratives showcase them in all their glory.

So you have an intrepid college goer whose thirst for other-worldly encounters reaches a hair raising conclusion; an enterprising young oman who sets out to win the heart of her disapproving mother-in-law; a valiant senior citizen who chooses to defy social norms; a spoilt young man who realizes the error of his ways and sets things right; and many many more. Read on and be charmed.

The stories:

There is one story of a young girl, who loves playing marbles, who is married to a man thrice her age, who is forced to commit sati. One story is about how something which we see all of a sudden brings backs memories of our childhood, one about two best friends who cannot think of staying away from each other, one about how a husband plans for his wife’s life after he is no more and one about how good friends are better than bad debts. There is a story about a lucky t-shirt, one about a little boy who stages a satyagraha to prevent his sister from getting married when minutes ago he was the happiest because he would never have to share anything with his sister again and one about a boy who does not want a little brother.

There is a story about a girl who loves shopping but will not compromise, about a husband who finds a unique way to advice his wife, about how a lady lets go of her sorrows to see her family happy and one about how our names are important. There is one story about a grandmother and her granddaughter and one about a grandfather and his grandson. There is one story about a town where no words are used and one in which a college student helps a film star overcome her problems. There a story about a prince and a small scruffy boy. There is a story about a boy who collects butterflies and one about a boy who makes a pact with his grandmother in return for gurudakshina.

There is one story about a choosy mother when it comes to her daughter-in-law, one about a boy who learns a whole lot about life when he is posted in an old age home as a punishment, and one about two brothers who come up with a plan to outwit the local mafia. There is a story which talks about a letter between a grandfather and his granddaughter and one about a kleptomaniac. There is one story about a ghost, one about a boy who does not want to go to a hostel, and one about a spirit. There is a story about a boy who hates school and one about a boy who hates milk.

My take:

The name of the book is different and so is the cover. The stories have been written in simple English with the optimum number of words. Each story is unique and has a different flavor.  The characters are relatable and I am sure, all of us have met such people in our everyday lives. The stories cover almost all emotions from romance to sibling rivalry to paternal love. There is jealousy, friendship, old age, childhood. The stories are set in various parts of the country. Some made me happy and some made me sad. Some were good and not one were bad. The endings are surprising.

Overall, an interesting light read, that can be read anytime, anywhere.

 

 

 

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Spotlight: DANGLE by SUTAPA BASU


DANGLE 

by 

SUTAPA BASU


 

Blurb
Stunning, svelte, smart Ipshita is a globetrotter. She treks across the world to gather bytes for the travel chats she designs and hosts for TV channels. Despite being a self assured and sophisticated entrepreneur, Ipshita is haunted by a nameless fear. Social interaction with men unleashes psychotic turmoil inside her, making her wary of male attention. Yet, the cold and aloof Ips is inexorably drawn to the three men she meets at different points in her journey.
Her arousal to the overtures of these men catches her unawares. Well-built defenses break as her dormant sexuality goes into overdrive until she discovers the horrifying truth about them…and herself.
Life puzzles. Secrets tumble out. Will she be able to reclaim her life or let it dangle?
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  The lilt of a flute fills half shadows. Emerald green silk unfurls to lavender hills. Mist gives way to a golden spectacle. Thickly embroidered into flowing waters are hundreds of lotuses. Sunlight dazzles on ruby, sapphire, turquoise, and amethyst that reluctantly open their layers to reveal honeyed hearts. The humming of multitudes of bees reverberates in the room. Intoxicated by the sun-drenched perfume of blossoms, they weave in and out of the pattern. Sheer colours daze the senses. Drumbeats intrude softly, only to rise to a crescendo.
Another shape enters the frame. Hazy at first, the outlines darken gradually. It is an empty square etched in bold strokes holding within it diagonally a metallic piece curved to the bent of an index finger. The lens zoom out.  The shape takes definition. It is  the trigger of a snub-nosed AK-47. The drums fall silent.
Everybody holds their breath. There is a thud and the face of Beauty is blotted with a gun stamped on it. There is a collective gasp. The screen stills. Strobes pick out a small crowd, including cameras on cantilever arms. Each person in the room is mesmerized…nobody can look away.

 

Giving a couple of seconds for the impact to sink in, the focus beams on Ipshita, the host. She begins the chat. Microphones pick up frequencies of her voice, enhancing its soft huskiness. Statistics and logistics start appearing on two screens flanking the bigger screen on which images are projected. She proceeds as visions of  paddy fields, streets of Imphal, slim girls in phaneks with long raven-black hair flying, fishermen casting bait, rowing boats, sitting still as rocks for fish to bite fill the screen behind her. She goes on to the fascinating scenes of Loktak, the floating islands, the fisherman’s hut and through her words she builds up a metaphor. It is of Manipur, a dainty nymph struggling to escape rape by Mars, the god of war. She is crushed, yet nothing erodes her indomitable spirit. 



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An author, poet and publishing consultant, Sutapa Basu also dabbles in art and trains trainers and is a compulsive bookworm. During a thirty-year old professional career as teacher, editor, and publisher, she travelled the Indian subcontinent, Nepal and Bhutan. She has visited UK, USA, Dubai and Singapore while working with Oxford University Press, India and Encyclopædia Britannica, South Asia until 2013 when she decided to start writing seriously. 

 

 

 

Sutapa is an Honours scholar from Tagore’s Visva-Bharti University, Santiniketan and holds a teaching as well as a masters degree in English Literature. 

 

 

 

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Rightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right by Varsha Dixit

bbb35-rwwrvarshacoverRightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right by Varsha Dixit is the third book in the series. The earlier ones being Right Fit Wrong Shoe and Wrong Means Right End. This book is the story of Gayatri, the negative character of the previous two books, and Viraj.

The Blurb:

Love is in the air again…and this time it’s steamy, bold and manipulative!
Gayatri, a rich, spoiled diva, is fighting to establish herself even as her tyrant father pushes her into a life not of her choice. Viraj is a genius and a con who shuns society and its hypocrisies.

Gayatri sees Viraj only as a means to an end. For Viraj, Gayatri is the epitome of all that he despises. So when their paths cross, it is a battle of feisty wills and desire.
Will Gayatri and Viraj prove to be each other’s salvation or annihilation?
From the best-selling author of Right Fit Wrong Shoe and Wrong Means Right End comes Rightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right. All the unforgettable characters of the earlier two bestsellers make a comeback in this unforgettable story of hurt, hearts and hope.
This is a tumultuous journey of two Wrongs who might just make everything Right!

The Story:

Gayatri Dutta, the diva, is in a fix. She has settled in India and now her father wants her to get married ASAP and she does not want to get married. She asks Nikhil Chandel, her father’s favourite, to help her. His wife Sneha and her best friend, Nandini Sharma Sarin, take it on themselves to help her. Though the three girls were never the best of friends, but Sneha, being the person she is, will go all out to help her.

So Sneha and Nandini tell her that they are going to make her Miss Independent for real. They give her the confidence, tell her to get a job. A job that will exhaust her, drive her up the wall, pull her in several directions and leave her with immense satisfaction and she would earn the deserving respect of others. The job is her real option and if she snags it and manages to keep it, she becomes irreplaceable by default. And she will be able to stall off her wedding.

But, the job is to work with Viraj Dheer, a scientist and inventor, laureate of several national and international awards. Thirty years old, with a scholarly face, squared jawline, long, narrow nose and arched eyebrows, he had made millions selling his design of a very unique toy to a company and is known as the mad scientist. Being watched is his most hated thing, second only to talking and people have never been his weakness. A brilliant practical man, he made a deathly decision to find out if there is something beyond death. When there is no more to achieve, no more to know, no more to give, he would rather switch the lights off.

During his teenage years, his father was an abusive alcoholic, poverty, their reality and his mother used to take tuitions to make the ends meet. Addressed by his father as ‘The Crazy mad Scientist’, he built a life around the moniker. He does extensive background checks on the people he hired.

He thinks if he will marry, it would be a woman who does not have an expectation for love. Sana Kirloskar, a fellow scientist, intelligent and pleasant to look at, fits the bill.

Gayatri has to find how to enter the lab and not let Viraj throw her out. And what Viraj wants Viraj gets.

My take:

The cover is BEAUTIFUL. The silver hearts, the chocochip cup cake, the champagne glasses and the background, all seem to reflect the emotions of the book. The plot is simple, but there is a love triangle. The characters been beautifully built (this is the same for all the books in the trilogy) and even the protagonists of the previous two books have a role to play in the story. I loved the way Gayatri and Viraj keep sparring and how Viraj feels he has to keep pretending.

The language used is simple and so is the narration. The author has given a simple, yet, complete gist of the two previous books. I read this one four months after the previous two, but believe me, I felt that it was only yesterday that I read the previous ones. The book is fast paced, making it an easy, breezy read. The descriptions are detailed and beautiful.

I loved the way Gayatri keeps her hobby secret from everyone only to reveal it when the time comes. The suspense built is cute.

I loved the entire series and am feeling a little lost as there nothing to look forward to in this series.

Or maybe, Bees saal baad, when the five kids grow up…………………..

Disclaimer: I received the book as a review copy from the Publisher in return for my honest review. I have not received any monetary compensation for the same. This review is a part of the blog tour hosted by the Book Club.

Spotlight: RIGHTFULLY WRONG, WRONGFULLY RIGHT by Varsha Dixit

 

RIGHTFULLY WRONG, WRONGFULLY RIGHT
by
Varsha Dixit
 
 
 
Blurb
 
Love is in the air again…this time it’s steamy, bold and manipulative!
Gayatri and Viraj both are products of childhood trauma. Yet they were able to survive, one because of her shrewdness and the other because of his genius. Rightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right, the final part in the best selling ‘Right and Wrong’ love trilogy is the story of these two damaged souls.
Gayatri Dutta, the poster child for rich spoiled diva is fighting to escape a life of servitude her tyrant father is hell bent on pushing her into. Her past string of failures have her backed against a wall. Lonely and desperate!
Viraj is a con who uses his genius to perpetuate his isolation. His life once of violence and abuse has left him cynical and cold. He shuns the society and its hypocrisies. 
And then Gayatri and Viraj cross paths. She needs him and he despises her.
To Viraj, Gayatri, is the epitome of all that he despises, shallow, manipulative and the kind who uses her beauty as a weapon. Or is she?
Gayatri sees Viraj only as a means to an end. She is sure that Viraj with his nerdy demeanor, owlish glasses and crude behavior will be easy to manipulate and walk over. Only he isn’t!
 
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‘I can do this, I can do this, I can…’ Gayatri wound her fingers tightly around her cellphone as she made her way to the cubbyhole Viraj called his office. I did not expect a freaking hug, but a polite ‘how are you’ wouldn’t kill that man. She rapped her knuckles on the door.
Viraj swung the door open. ‘What?’ His brows were furrowed and his lips, pursed.
Gayatri remembered what Nikhil had said to her once. Dr Viraj owns and runs this lab. He was the only one you needed to impress! ‘It’s my first day here!’ Gayatri could hear her voice shake. ‘Could you tell me
Gayatri scuttled out of Viraj’s way as he leaned out. ‘Find an empty room, do your work there. You are free to leave any time you want. You are free to come or to not come.’ The door shut on her face.
Flabbergasted, Gayatri kept staring at the door. What just happened? She cleared her throat. I should not piss him off anymore. ‘Thank you for this…this job.’ Her voice was as uncertain as the look on her face.
Viraj tugged the door open again. Gayatri flashed a smile at him and opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her short. ‘I don’t like talking. Find a room and stay there.’ He shut the door on her again.
 Asshole! Gayatri fisted her hands and retreated. I can do this! I am doing this! Bigger picture, please! Gayatri paused and peeped inside the first lab that she stumbled upon. The place was quiet except for a low hum of machines. Gayatri pushed the doors open and walked inside the lab. It was empty. ‘Does anyone else work here besides the mad scientist?’ She leaned against one of the steel racks. The door flew open behind her. With a big grin she turned to greet the person coming in. ‘Hi! I’ she froze. It was the mad scientist with a bunch of papers in his hand.
Viraj noticed Gayatri at the same time. A familiar irritation flashed in his eyes. ‘Not this room. Not my lab! Find another room!’ He spoke with cool authority.
‘I was just looking!’ Gayatri smoothed her ponytail trying to mask her nervousness. He had her in knots.
Giving an indifferent shrug, Viraj walked past her. Gayatri got a whiff of his aftershave; it smelled clean and crisp, like water with a twist of lemon. At least he doesn’t stink like his manners! Gayatri stood there quiet and confused.
A loose paper slipped from Viraj’s hand and landed on the floor.
‘You dropped some paper!’ Gayatri said, her voice friendly.
‘Ignore it. Like you, it is not going anywhere.’ Viraj pulled a portable stool and took a seat in front of an electronic panel fixed to a bigger panel.
Gayatri gritted her teeth and grinned with the ferocity of a wild animal that could pounce any moment.
Unknown to her, Viraj gave a similar smile except his was more like the wild animal that had pounced and won.
‘I’ll go and find a room. Thank you!’ Swiveling on her heel, Gayatri headed for the door.
Something stopped herher father’s face and the realization that two weeks ago she had physically fought for herself, and now she had to fight again but with her mind instead of hands. I have to win over Mr Madness. Maybe I could wear a beaker over my head and tattoo the periodic table on my arms!
‘If you are trying to open the door telepathically, let me be the first to tell you it is not working!’
Gayatri exhaled noisily. Scathing and sarcastic, what more could a woman ask for? Taking a few calming breaths, she slowly pivoted to face Viraj, specifically his back as he sat hunched fiddling with the panel in front of him.
 ‘I’m sorry if I have offended you somehow. I really need this job. And also, I’m qualified for it. I can show you my degrees. I can really make a difference here.’
Hearing Gayatri’s words and her apologetic tone, something melted inside Viraj…again. But to keep up appearances, he turned rude. ‘I’m busy!’ he barked.
 ‘Please Mr Viraj, give me’ Just then, without warning, someone swung the door open. Gayatri wasn’t prepared for the push. ‘Ouch!’ She toppled. Her desperate hands grabbed the first thing in the vicinitya steel rack. The rack shuddered violently and some of its contents landed on the floor.
‘What the hell!’ Viraj bellowed jumping to his feet.
Gayatri winced. A large electrical component had crashed into her hand ‘The door just opened, pushing me in,’ she said shaking her arm in pain.
 Viraj glared at the door. He instantly lost the frown and his mouth eased at the ends. ‘Oh it’s you! Come inside!’
Huh, Hyde turns Jekyll! Gayatri spun around.
A timid, bespectacled, five-foot-nothing girl, her long hair in a tight braid, clad in a pastel-coloured salwaar kameez, stood at the door. Her skin was smooth and her hands kept tugging at the dupatta around her neck ‘Sorry to interrupt! Dr Kalra wanted to show you some tests he is about to run in lab 2.’ She then glanced at Gayatri. ‘I’m sorry if I hurt you. It was an accident.’
Gayatri was about to speak but Viraj cut her off. ‘She’s fine. Let’s go!’
Viraj went out with the girl, not even sparing a glance at Gayatri.
Astounded, Gayatri watched them leave.

 

Urghh…the shit-faced scientist actually smiled and that too at that girl! Gayatri kicked the steel rack. It shuddered again! Shoot! Before anything else would fall on her, Gayatri went after the scientist and the simpleton.
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Varsha Dixit, the bestselling author of four successful contemporary romance books. Her debut book, Right Fit Wrong Shoe was a national bestseller for the year 2010. Varsha was a part of the Indian Television Industry and worked as an assistant director and online editor. She considers herself a dreamer who thinks deep but writes light. Even though creativity is gender free,Varsha feels blessed and enriched to be a woman. Currently, with her family, Varsha resides in CA, USA.
 
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Rightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right by Varsha Dixit

bbb35-rwwrvarshacoverRightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right by Varsha Dixit is the third book in the series. The earlier ones being Right Fit Wrong Shoe and Wrong Means Right End. This book is the story of Gayatri, the negative character of the previous two books, and Viraj.

The Blurb:

Love is in the air again…and this time it’s steamy, bold and manipulative!
Gayatri, a rich, spoiled diva, is fighting to establish herself even as her tyrant father pushes her into a life not of her choice. Viraj is a genius and a con who shuns society and its hypocrisies.

Gayatri sees Viraj only as a means to an end. For Viraj, Gayatri is the epitome of all that he despises. So when their paths cross, it is a battle of feisty wills and desire.
Will Gayatri and Viraj prove to be each other’s salvation or annihilation?
From the best-selling author of Right Fit Wrong Shoe and Wrong Means Right End comes Rightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right. All the unforgettable characters of the earlier two bestsellers make a comeback in this unforgettable story of hurt, hearts and hope.
This is a tumultuous journey of two Wrongs who might just make everything Right!

The Story:

Gayatri Dutta, the diva, is in a fix. She has settled in India and now her father wants her to get married ASAP and she does not want to get married. She asks Nikhil Chandel, her father’s favourite, to help her. His wife Sneha and her best friend, Nandini Sharma Sarin, take it on themselves to help her. Though the three girls were never the best of friends, but Sneha, being the person she is, will go all out to help her.

So Sneha and Nandini tell her that they are going to make her Miss Independent for real. They give her the confidence, tell her to get a job. A job that will exhaust her, drive her up the wall, pull her in several directions and leave her with immense satisfaction and she would earn the deserving respect of others. The job is her real option and if she snags it and manages to keep it, she becomes irreplaceable by default. And she will be able to stall off her wedding.

But, the job is to work with Viraj Dheer, a scientist and inventor, laureate of several national and international awards. Thirty years old, with a scholarly face, squared jawline, long, narrow nose and arched eyebrows, he had made millions selling his design of a very unique toy to a company and is known as the mad scientist. Being watched is his most hated thing, second only to talking and people have never been his weakness. A brilliant practical man, he made a deathly decision to find out if there is something beyond death. When there is no more to achieve, no more to know, no more to give, he would rather switch the lights off.

During his teenage years, his father was an abusive alcoholic, poverty, their reality and his mother used to take tuitions to make the ends meet. Addressed by his father as ‘The Crazy mad Scientist’, he built a life around the moniker. He does extensive background checks on the people he hired.

He thinks if he will marry, it would be a woman who does not have an expectation for love. Sana Kirloskar, a fellow scientist, intelligent and pleasant to look at, fits the bill.

Gayatri has to find how to enter the lab and not let Viraj throw her out. And what Viraj wants Viraj gets.

My take:

The cover is BEAUTIFUL. The silver hearts, the chocochip cup cake, the champagne glasses and the background, all seem to reflect the emotions of the book. The plot is simple, but there is a love triangle. The characters been beautifully built (this is the same for all the books in the trilogy) and even the protagonists of the previous two books have a role to play in the story. I loved the way Gayatri and Viraj keep sparring and how Viraj feels he has to keep pretending.

The language used is simple and so is the narration. The author has given a simple, yet, complete gist of the two previous books. I read this one four months after the previous two, but believe me, I felt that it was only yesterday that I read the previous ones. The book is fast paced, making it an easy, breezy read. The descriptions are detailed and beautiful.

I loved the way Gayatri keeps her hobby secret from everyone only to reveal it when the time comes. The suspense built is cute.

I loved the entire series and am feeling a little lost as there nothing to look forward to in this series.

Or maybe, Bees saal baad, when the five kids grow up…………………..

Disclaimer: I received the book as a review copy from the Publisher in return for my honest review. I have not received any monetary compensation for the same.

The Man-Eating Leopard of Rudraprayag by Jim Corbett

51k1HC1cQpL._OU31_AC_UL320_SR204,320_I received the book The Man-Eating Leopard of Rudraprayag by Jim Corbett as a review copy from the publisher and would like to thank Rizwan Khan of Rupa Publications for the same.

The Blurb:

An exciting narrative of a leopard that spread terror through five hundred square miles of the hills of the United Provinces, The Man-Eating Leopard of Rudraprayag also takes a detailed look at life in the Garhwal region of India. Apart from Corbett’s hair-raising pursuit of the leopard for almost a year, the book talks about the superstitions prevalent in the area, the beauty of the landscape, what turns a leopard into a man-eater and many other, often surprising facts and anecdotes, all told in Corbett’s inimitable style.

A worthwhile read for all ages, The Man-Eating Leopard of Rudraprayag is also an ode to the people who inhabit the hills, and the resilience with which they face the hardships that assail them.

My take:

What is with Jim Corbett’s books, they take the reader to the jungles with the author and the reader is gets involved in the story and the environs. This book is no different. This book has only one story, the detailed story of the Man-Eating Leopard of Rudraprayag. The story spans eight long years (9th June 1918 to 14th April 1926) and 125 recorded deaths.

The author mentions that this leopard first appeared as a man-eater in 1918 when the flu pandemic hit and corpses were rolled into a stream or a valley. It must be then that the leopard developed a taste for human flesh from the bodies. He talks about the terror endured by the people of the area and how the area would become deserted at sundown. Funnily, no body had seen the leopard possibly, because the leopards hunt at night. And the only evidence they had was the pug-marks left behind. Superstition that said that the leopard was a devil incarnate that had been sent to punish them.

Like every other book he has written, the author has described the nature and his surroundings. The language is simple and the book is a quick read with short chapters. What kept me going was that the author would definitely kill/capture the leopard.

Unputdownable book, which can be read by people of all ages (with a strong heart).

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A Silver Dawn by Leena Varghese

9789351067924.jpgI received the book A Silver Dawn by Leena Varghese as a review copy from the author and the publisher. The book is the story of Clary and Leon and their fight for survival. Fiercely talented and motivated, Clary is the indomitable spirit of freedom. Leon is the powerful voice of hope, the support every woman needs to fight her battle. One dimensional Igor Chekanov is the personification of collective fear we endure in a civilized society. The story reinforces the thought that ‘Each one of us has the ability to beat the odd within and make it to the other side’.

The Blurb:

POISED ON THE EDGE OF UNCERTAINITY, CAN SHE MAKE THE LEAP OF FAITH?

Talented choreographer Clarissa Milagres Silvera is beautiful, young and widowed – and intensely mistrustful of men. With a violent marriage behind her, she is now fiercely determined to be independent, both emotionally and financially.

Leon Rodriguez, hotelier tycoon with less-than-humble beginnings, has been drawn to her since he was a teenager. Now successful, he approaches Clary’s family for her hand in marriage. Even as he patiently woos his stoic love, Leon realizes he must protect her from the sadistic mafioso Igor Chekanov, who is eyeing Clary’s family estate.

Will Clary trust Leon enough to accept his love? Will Leon keep her safe regardless? What is Igor’s motive? Is time running out for them?

The story:

Fifteen year old Clarissa Milagres Silvera, daughter of one of the richest families of village Prazerez in Goa, is dancing in the rain in a white lace dress when young Leon Rodriguez, an orphan, on the way to find peace after his foster father’s funeral, sees her. She tells him that she had learnt ballet in school and wanted to become a professional dancer and but her mother said that it was not a good profession for decent girls and her father would be very angry. And he tells her that her parents would understand.

They meet a year later at a crowded festival season of Lent in Goa, when he protects her from a bunch of hooligans. He has a small food shack near the river and she plans to go to Mumbai to pursue her graduation and dance. Over the next two weeks, he sees her at several occasions from afar. And on the night of the Easter Sunday, he gives her a tiny ceramic ballerina, says goodbye and leaves even before she can ask him his name.

Now, ten years later, Clary, a widow, has a dance studio, stays in Panjim with her parents, sometimes performs at hotels when she is short of funds. With a violent marriage behind her, she wants to be independent and does not trust men. Leon, a successful hotelier tycoon, wants to marry her. He approaches her family for her hand in marriage. Her father is happy but Clary does not want to be dependent. Then there is the sadistic mafioso Igor Chekanov, who does not know how to take a no for an answer, who threatens Clary’s family.

Who wins Clary, Leon or Igor? Read on………………….

My take:

The cover is beautiful, all credit goes to the designer. The cover proves that ‘a picture can speak much more than words’.

The characters have been developed with a lot of care. Each character stands out in the story and has a vital role to play. The characters have been portrayed as strong human beings. Although Clary finds herself in a situation that every woman fears, she does not let that break her. Leon transforms Clary’s cynicism into love, winning her over with infinite patience and magnanimity. I loved the way the author has expressed the emotions of both the characters.

The story is simple and nice. The flow is steady and many a times, I felt that I was watching a movie. There is suspense too.

The language is simple. The author’s command over English is visible in the simple language she has used to write the story picking beautiful words to present her thoughts.

I really, really enjoyed the book and would recommend it.

Disclamer: I received the book as a review copy from the Publisher and the author. The views expressed are entirely mine. I have not received any monetary compensation for the same.