Tuesday, February 16, 2016

PRE ORDERS for FORGET ME NOT, STRANGER



Here's the full cover of FORGET ME NOT, STRANGER (3rd book in The Stranger Trilogy)

You can PRE-ORDER the book from this link: http://bit.ly/ForgetMeNotStranger

All pre-orders will be SIGNED! :)

Cheers..! :-)

Friday, February 12, 2016

BLURB of 'Forget Me Not, Stranger' (Book 3 in The Stranger Trilogy)

I’m Rivanah Bannerjee, 23/F/Mumbai. Some of you might already know how my life is on a razor edge. Those of you who don’t, just know this: I may be killed soon . . . by the Stranger. I don’t know who or what he is: a ghost, a person or a figment of my imagination? All I know is he isn’t just one thing: he is sexy and scary, terrific and terrifying. What I don’t understand is why a young, harmless girl like me, who works in a big city, stays away from her parents and has a screwed-up love life, would be of any interest to him. Unless there is something about my own story that I do not know . . .

In the hotly anticipated final instalment of the Stranger trilogy, Rivanah will learn the answers to her many questions—What is it that binds her to the dead Hiya? Who is the Stranger? Why has he been following her all this while?—leading to an intense, breathtaking climax.

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Saturday, June 20, 2015

'All Yours, Stranger': sequel to 'Marry Me, Stranger' is here!!

Hi all!

It has been close to seven months since the first part of The Stranger Trilogy 'Marry Me, Stranger' hit the bookstores. I would like to thank each and every one of you who has read and loved the first book. It is finally time for its sequel, 'All Yours, Stranger'. The book is up on pre-orders as I write this. You can pre-order your copy here:

FLIPKART: 
http://bit.ly/1S6kQrs | AMAZON: http://amzn.to/1G6uOE3

I'm happy to share the prologue of 'All Yours, Stranger' here. I hope you will like it. Cheers! :)

The Prologue

The photograph of love is sometimes so big that you can’t fit it into the frame of your relationship. If you force it, you are sure to lose some of it. Maybe most

of it.

Sitting at the bar, Rivanah watched as her boyfriend Danny danced with the ‘other’ girl in a close embrace. Rivanah had promised herself she wouldn’t drink since the next day was Monday and Monday-morning hangovers made her feel the world was conspiring to bring her down. Minutes back the three of them had been sitting on a couch. It was when Rivanah had stood up to get her Virgin Mojito refilled that the ‘other’ girl Nitya had asked, ‘May I ask your boyfriend for a dance?’ Rivanah had given her a tight smile of acknowledgement.
Nitya was one of those people you could never be ‘friends’ with and there was no reason why. But Rivanah couldn’t afford to be indifferent to her because Nitya was her boyfriend’s best friend. On other days, Rivanah neither liked nor disliked Nitya but she hated her whenever she started a statement with ‘May I ask your boyfriend for . . . ?’ Why this seeking of permission? To Rivanah, it always sounded as if the statement was gravid with a hidden taunt for her to decipher. As if Nitya would have left Danny alone had Rivanah said no. As if Danny too would have said no to Nitya if Rivanah had said no. Rivanah would have skipped accompanying them to the nightclub but today was Nitya’s birthday and Danny had requested Rivanah to join them. As usual she couldn’t say no to Danny and now she was sitting at the bar, like a loser, watching her boyfriend and his best friend groove to the latest chartbuster.
‘Absolut,’ Rivanah said to the bartender instead of asking for a refill of her Virgin Mojito. The bartender was quick to serve her and she was quicker to gulp it. She noticed Danny flash a smile at her (did he?) and then his face was turned the other way by his best friend. Have they slept behind her back? Rivanah was ashamed of asking herself this question but it was not the first time she was doing so. There were questions she could never answer. Questions about loyalty, trust and infidelity in a relationship. If love was really no contract then how does cheating come into being? Or was love an unsaid emotional contract after all? She gulped three more shots of Absolut and ordered the fourth, turning her face spitefully away from the ‘best friends’.


‘You remind me of someone.’

Rivanah turned her head to see an insanely handsome man standing behind her. No such man should happen to a girl when she is emotionally vulnerable, she thought. The handsome guy was leaning sideways on the bar, looking obliquely at her: dark complexion, clean-shaven, clear jawline, sharp nose, thin lips and deep eyes. Rivanah flashed an abrupt smile which she knew was timed all wrong. A smiling girl emboldens a guy like nothing else. She should have given him a you-talking-to-me glance instead, or better still, no reaction at all.
‘Your smile confirms that you indeed are that girl,’ the guy said.

‘Now you’ll say my voice seals it.’ The vodka was clearly getting to her head.

‘Not if you let me buy you the next drink.’ The way his smile redesigned his face took his desirability quotient to temptation level.

‘I’ve already had enough,’ she said.

‘For tonight, let’s presume enough isn’t enough.’ In the next breath, he called for another drink for her.

In a kinky way, pushy men turned Rivanah on, especially when she was a few vodka shots down. This was one major difference between her former boyfriend Ekansh and Danny: Ekansh would decide for her while the latter would always let her have her way without batting an eyelid. Even now if she stood and flirted with Mr Handsome, she was sure Danny would only smile at her. If it were Ekansh . . . well, she wouldn’t have been in the nightclub in the first place.

‘Do you always think and speak?’ the guy asked. ‘Huh?’ Before she came across as a dumb person,

Rivanah blurted out, ‘One more shot and then we hit the floor.’

‘Sounds like a plan.’

A minute later the two were grooving to the same number which, minutes back, had irked Rivanah because Nitya and Danny had been dancing to it. She did glance towards them but, as expected, her boyfriend’s thumbs-up gesture told her he was happy she too had got someone to dance with. One shouldn’t be this open-minded, Rivanah told herself, feeling the handsome guy’s hands tightening around her waist. With Danny only a few feet away, Rivanah felt uncomfortable with the man’s proximity to her, but the disgust triggered in her by Danny’s desire to be with Nitya instead of her didn’t let the feeling of discomfort last for long. To distract her mind from Danny, she focused on the handsome guy who, she now knew, was looking at her the way a predator looks at a prey. It aroused her.

The handsome guy came close to her and spoke softly into her ears, ‘How about we take a stroll outside?’ His breath tickled her ears. Rivanah looked at him and nodded. She could do with some fresh air. She didn’t care to glance at Danny before stepping out.

The cacophony of the nightclub suddenly vanished the moment they stepped out.

‘Do you believe in magic?’ the guy asked.

Rivanah thought he was trying to be funny and that she was supposed to laugh. Then she found herself nodding.
‘Want to see some now?’

Rivanah nodded again. He smiled at her mischievously and stood facing her. Then slowly he started retreating, one step at a time.

‘What are you doing?’ she gasped, not knowing what to expect next.

‘Wait. And watch.’

Like a teenager, Rivanah waited for some magic trick to unfold itself while watching the handsome guy disappear into the darkness. Then she realized she didn’t even know his name. She called out to him only to feel a tap on her back. Rivanah turned in a flash to see the handsome guy standing right behind her, still smiling mischievously.
‘What the fuck!’ She turned to look at the other end where he had disappeared seconds back and then again at him standing in front of her. She had no clue how he had come behind her so quickly.

‘How did you manage to do that?’

‘Magic!’ the handsome guy said, raising both his hands animatedly in the air.

‘Want to see me do it again?’

Rivanah nodded, this time confident she would catch him in the act. The guy yet again started walking backwards from where he stood. Rivanah took a few steps forward, curious to know if there was a shortcut or something but once he disappeared at a distance she knew there was no way he could come up behind her— not this quick. Rivanah kept looking either way eagerly. Half a minute later the handsome guy appeared neither from behind her nor from front, but—to her shock— from inside the nightclub.
‘Holy shit!’ Rivanah exclaimed.

The guy came up to her and said in a naughty tone, ‘I know far more pleasurable magic tricks. Want to give them a try?’

Rivanah knew what he was hinting at: a one-night stand. Something she had never done earlier while involved with Ekansh or Danny. An Audi appeared from nowhere and stopped right in front of her. The  front window slowly rolled down. Rivanah bent down to look inside. The same handsome guy who was standing beside her was behind the steering wheel and was also sitting in one of the back seats. How is that possible? Before she could decipher if she was hallucinating, Rivanah felt a pair of hands grabbing her from behind. In no time she was bundled into the car by the guy standing beside her. Rivanah found herself sandwiched between the two similar-looking guys while the third drove the Audi.

They were fucking triplets! That seemed like the only plausible explanation.

She tried shouting only to have a hand press her mouth with force. The car was speeding away on the lonely road as she heard the guys tell each other to get her under control. The one who was driving had already switched on some music at top volume to mute her cries. Rivanah was throwing her legs and hands at them in desperation. One of the guys held her hands, while the other held her legs. She tried to move but couldn’t. She shouted but it didn’t matter. She could now see the two guys looking at her with a sadistic smile. As if her struggle was giving them a kick. Would she able to break free before it was too late? Or was this a nightmare like the ones she had had before? The lusty stares the guys gave her told her otherwise. She felt the will to fight slowly slip away from the grasp of her conscious.

And then the car suddenly came to a halt, throwing everyone in the back seat off balance. The guys beside Rivanah took their hands off her and sat still. Everyone in the car looked out ahead through the windshield. The triplets’ faces paled one by one while a bright smile appeared on Rivanah’s face. Someone was waiting right in front. Rivanah knew well who this someone could be. He hasn’t forgotten me after all, Rivanah thought, feeling relieved. Only she knew how much she had missed him all these days . . .

'All Yours, Stranger' releases 10th July 2015...!

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Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Limitation

When I saw a friend of mine clicking away rapidly framing the sky I asked him, "What on earth are you doing?"
"Clicking pictures."
"I know. But why can't you simply frame tight for once, focus hard and take one good photograph instead of clicking so many inconsequential ones." I wanted to use the word 'stupid' instead of 'inconsequential'.
"Chill dude," He said. "I have enough space on my digi-cam."

Right he was. He had a 8 GB SD card inside that tiny digi cam of his. I recollected those days when I used to have the old film based camera where I could only click a finite number of photographs after which the film roll had to be changed. It helped me value every click of mine by making me less wasteful. I realized certain limitations are a blessing in disguise.


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The Menu

I was having dinner with friends the other day when the verbal histrionics of a lady by the adjacent table called for our attention. She was talking to one of the waiters in an animated way. She was there with her husband (probably) who was sitting rather quietly beside her. The woman was arguing about the non availability of one particular dish in the restaurant which according to her should have been there. The waiter was trying his best to explain her that they don't serve it but the lady wasn't interested to lend her ears to him. In the end she stormed out of the restaurant promptly followed by her husband. When the waiter came to us, one of my friends inquired about the matter. The waiter told us that the lady was demanding a Chinese cuisine in a place where they didn't serve Chinese. We friends looked at each other and then laughed out at how stupid people can be. Later I thought how often we frustrate ourselves by demanding that one cuisine which life hasn't kept for us in our menu. And thereby lose out on the time when we could have enjoyed what the menu actually had.   

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Marry Me, Stranger

Hi all!

It has been a little more than a year since 'EX...a twisted love story' released and I was overwhelmed by the response it received. A heartfelt thanks to all those who read and appreciated it.

Well, it's time again for a new book, a new world, new everything...So here it is: 'Marry Me, Stranger'. It is the book one in 'The Stranger Trilogy'. I hope you will like it. The pre-orders have begun. So, you can pre-order it from the following links:

FLIPKART: http://bit.ly/1nsmR61 | AMAZON: http://bit.ly/ZzL13b

To know more about the book you can connect with me on my Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/officialnbc

Happy reading... :-)

Monday, May 19, 2014

The Network

Recently I was in a hotel room with a friend who was busy moving his hand all over in a funny manner standing by the window from the time we checked-in.

“What are you doing?” I said.
“Trying to get my phone some damn network.” Impatience was evident in his voice.

It was then that I noticed the phone in his hand. In the next second I saw him throw the phone on the floor with disgust.

“What did the phone do?” I said but by then he had locked himself in the washroom. He came out after fifteen minutes.

"Do you get out of a relationship the moment it loses its charm?" I said looking straight at him. "Or, do you remain patient  to re-connect to the charm?" 

He gaped at me as if I had shown him a loaded gun.

"Maybe it depends on how much you value your relationship. Your phone in this case." I answered myself.

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