Sudha Murthy

Aria and Ivy are twin sisters whose father has gone missing for three years. They have left no stone unturned to find him, but all in vain. In an unusual encounter, a business tycoon, Noah Allen Carter, falls in love with Aria. Meanwhile, Ivy approaches Joshua Martin, who is a friend of Noah, to help find her father and in the process falls for his charms. What happens when the sisters find that the people they love are the ones behind their misery? ............................................................................................ "Ivy, sweetheart. Please come back. I love you." Joshua cried holding her hand. However, there was no response from her. "Ivy, please say something. Don't be like this." Joshua kissed her hand, but Ivy had long made up her mind. Only a miracle could make her come back to him. ............................................................................................ "I hate you, Noah," she shouted. "I love you, Aria," he replied, pulling her towards him. "No, you don't." "Yes, I do. Falling in love with you is the best thing that ever happened to me. I will always love you; today and forever." ............................................................................................ Readers can join my discord server to know more about the book. Discord: https://discord.gg/rPCgMp9MCH Disclaimer: The cover picture does not belong to me. Editing is under progress.

A secret mission was all it took for Elise to gain the infamous twins, Azael and Reuel's attention and from then on, there was no stopping them. While the twins want her, Elise wants nothing to do with them. Amidst the growing infatuation and feelings, Elise has even to protect herself from the danger she has unknowingly put herself into. ---------------------------------------------------------------- “You were ours the day you stepped inside our club,” Azael said as he strode towards her and Elise took a step back instantly. “I belong to no one.” She declared as she maintained her gaze on him. But her wavering voice gave her away and Azael arched his lips, taking it as a challenge. “Are you sure, darling? Why does your heartbeat say otherwise?” Reuel approached her from behind and Elise was now trapped between the twins. “I…” Elise licked her lips as she maintained her gaze on the man before her while her mind was focused on Reuel’s wandering hands that were inching towards her waist. “You what, gorgeous?” Azael probed as he smirked at her evilly and Elise was lost in his mysterious depths instantly. “Tell us you want us, Elise.” Reuel urged from behind. “Tell us, baby. Tell us you want us as much as we want you.” Azael ran a finger along her arm and goosebumps peppered on her skin instantly. “Tell us, Elise.” And that was all it took for Elise to surrender. “I want you.” ---------------------------------------------------------------- This book contains mature content including violence and sexual themes. It is also a reverse harem romance and explores many different aspects of BDSM. Read at your own discretion. This book will be posted on RoyalRoad

Sienna Lawrence's world shatters when her beloved adoptive family perishes under mysterious circumstances, leaving her as the sole heir to their business empire. With the Lawrence legacy in her hands, she faces a daunting challenge: not only must she protect herself but also safeguard the family's assets from those who seek to exploit them. The catch? To claim her inheritance, Sienna must be married. With her trusted boyfriend revealing sinister intentions and danger lurking around every corner, she embarks on a quest to find a husband. In a moment of desperation, Sienna turns to a stranger she meets by chance. “Mister, are you single?” she asks. “Huh?” The man looks at her, perplexed. “Are you married or in a relationship?” she clarifies. “No,” he replies. “How about a crush?” “None so far.” “Good. Where do you work?” “What?” “Forget it. It’s not important. Do you know how to cook?” “Yeah.” “Is your cooking good?” “I guess so,” the man answers, still puzzled by her questions. “Perfect. I’m single, you’re single. Do you want to marry me?” Sienna asks boldly. “I never expected to be proposed to by a stranger all of a sudden. I don’t…” “If you’re not willing, I’ll look for someone else. No pressure.” “Who said I’m not willing? I’m more than willing,” the man replies without hesitation. And so, Sienna ends up with a husband just like that. Things take a drastic turn when Sienna discovers her real parents, leading her to unravel a conspiracy that could potentially turn her world upside down. What connection does her husband and her real family have? Why is the man turning more mysterious as time passes?

Currently on hold. "Where do you think you are running off to?" Alastair asked with an evil smirk on his face. "I-I..." Samantha stuttered, trying to come up with an answer and not daring to meet the King in the eye. "Take your time, my dear. We have all the time in the world." "I want to go." "And where do you want to go?" "Home." "Oh, Samantha darling. Let's get one thing straight. This is your home now and you are not going anywhere, not when I am here." "But I do not want to hurt you again, Alastair." "Ohh, darling. The only way you will ever hurt me is when you leave me and that is one thing I will never allow you to do. You are mine, eternity." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alastair Drayce has been searching for years for Samantha as she is said to bring the change of fates, according to a prophecy. And the first thing he does after finding her is to bring her to his castle, his home, under his protection. Wanting to save the most powerful man in the kingdom from her destructive self, Samantha hatches a plan to escape. But why is it that every time she tries to flee, she ends up right in his arms? Coincidence? Once: Accepted, Twice: Questionable, Thrice: Not anymore. Why does her escape plan go wrong with him around and most important of all, what is he hiding? Also, what does Alastair want from Samantha that lasts for eternity? A prophecy has been made. An angel has been found. And two lost souls have united. Now, how are Alastair and Samantha destined to bring the change of fates? Read their story to find out more. The cover picture does not belong to me. ------------------------------------------- Join my discord server to know more about chapter updates. Discord: https://discord.gg/rPCgMp9MCH Instagram: prada_murthy Facebook: Prada Murthy

It's Katelyn Reyes’ first day at work as an Intelligence Bureau agent and she is sent to handle a high profile murder case. While her colleagues believe it to be an act of vengeance from an obsessive ex, Katelyn believes otherwise. To her, the case seems anything but simple and she takes it upon herself to uncover the truth. However, finding the truth doesn’t seem easy. Every path she takes leads to a dead end, leaving her frustrated and disheartened. In her search for the real murderer, she receives help from her neighbor, Kincaid Ferell, a SWAT team leader, who is on convalescent leave. She finds herself drawn to him in the first meet and the feelings are mutual. With Kincaid's help, she is close to finding the killer. But the murder case becomes stranger and more sinister and as time passes, the body count rises. It’s not just an act of vengeance anymore, but a serial killer at large. During the hunt for the murderer, Katelyn comes across a shocking discovery that leaves her mortified. The killer seems familiar and now, she has become the prey. Will Katelyn be able to capture the killer before she is captured? And why is Kincaid the only one she can trust during times of need? ----------------------------------------------------------- Scene 1 - Kincaid took a step closer towards Kate. "You lost the challenge, Kate. Now, it's time to fulfill my wish." Kate looked at him warily while her heart pounded in anticipation. "What is your wish?" Kincaid smiled in triumph and leaned forward until his lips were inches away from hers. "Go on a date with me." ----------------------------------------------------------- Scene 2 - Kate: Will you teach me how to ride a motorbike? Kincaid: I'd love to. (Smirks evilly) An hour later..... Kate: I asked you to teach me how to ride a motorbike. What are you doing? Kincaid: What am I doing? (Feigns innocence) Kate: Mister, control your unruly hands. Kincaid: Hey, I'm scared. I need to hold on to something lest I slip and fall. Kate: Oh, please. Scared and you? Kin, stop it. You're distracting me. Kincaid: How is it my fault? My girlfriend is sitting in front of me and it's my right to hug her from behind. You continue riding the motorbike while I exercise my right. ------------------------------------------------------------ Scene 3 - Kate: I'm on leave today. Let's do something interesting. Kincaid: Really? (Eyes twinkling in mischief) Kate: What do we do? Kincaid: I have a suggestion. Let's not leave bed today. Kate: No way. (Tries to run away but gets pulled back instantly) Kincaid: Objection denied. Now stop struggling. Warning: Mature content, lots of fluff, and heart-fluttering scenes. Readers have been warned.

Please don't read. Major editing in progress. The chapters after 150 are repetitive as I am making major changes to story line. ........................ It is the year of the moon, the year when all the alphas around the world gather at Aranill to compete for the throne of the Alpha King. It is said that one who takes over the throne can change his destiny and even seek the power of the moon which nobody else can even gain access to. Azimir Bhaltiar, the young Alpha of kingdom Ideni, is one among the many alphas competing for the throne. It is then that he meets Aylin Ediar, the only female general in the royal army and Azimir finds himself attracted to her. But in his pursuit of the throne as well as Aylin, Azimir gets pulled into a conspiracy so brutal that completely shatters all other truths. Azimir not only has to save himself from the conspiracy, he even has to save his loved ones from losing their lives. And the only person who supports and trusts him is Aylin. Now, what is the forbidden truth about the throne that links to the conspiracy, and who is behind it? And why does Aylin refuse to accept her feelings for him? One truth, countless lies, one secret, and a throne that can change destiny. The one who solves it gains the power of the moon. Join Azimir to find out his destiny in his pursuit of the throne as well as what his heart desires the most, Aylin. --------------------------------------------------------------- "Aylin," Azimir breathed as he caressed the girl's cheek before pulling her to him. "Why do you deny your feelings, dear?" "Because I do not have any feelings for you." "Are you sure, dear?" Aylin stayed silent, not knowing how to respond to him. "Why does your heart say otherwise? I can hear it, you can hear it. Why are you ignoring what your heart is whispering to you?" Azimir probed and pulled her close until his breath fell on her lips. "Even if you ignore your feelings, I will not allow you to. You are mine as I am yours and it will be this way forever." The cover picture does not belong to me.

[Mature Content] Peace will never prevail over Rothnia until blood has been spilled, the prophecy said. And for peace, Kieran Allendale, the King of Rothnia, must sacrifice his people or his love. With all the dark forces coming out of their hibernation, Kieran has to make a choice all over again. But amidst the danger, there lies a hidden enemy with an entirely different agenda that would crumble Kieran's world completely. How will Kieran overcome the precarious situation? Will he be able to save his love as well as his subjects? But before that, will he get the love he has been seeking for a long time? ------------------------------------------------------ Meanwhile, Irene finds herself in a strange land after an accident, and since then, her life has been anything but normal. Having no idea where she is and how she got there, Irene is now in another body, who everyone addresses as Sylvaine. And to her horror, the land is dominated by creatures she once considered a fantasy. Desperate to return to her old life, she tries everything she can, only to meet the man who has been haunting her dreams even before she became Sylvaine. Who is he, and what does he want from her? Why is he so mysterious and dark and possessive about her? All Irene wants is to get away from him, but the man has other intentions. ------------------------------------------------

She was his miracle while he was her savior until there came a day when everything faded away. "Priscilla, try as you may, but you can never escape from my clutches." Ascian pulled her flush and locked his arms around her waist. "How wrong are you, My Lord! Nothing can hold me down, not you or your clutches." Priscilla smirked. "I am a free bird and I am going to leave the moment I achieve my goals." "That is where you are wrong, dear. You are my miracle, and I need you in my life. You can never leave me, not now, not ever." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After falling prey to one of the vicious schemes of his unknown enemy, the Vampire Lord, Ascian, and his army is banished from Arran, the land of the supernaturals. Left with no other choice, he settles in a world dominated by humans. What happens when he comes across a key that could help him return to Arran? However, returning home is not as easy as it seems to be. One small mistake and Ascian would be stuck in the land of humans forever. Now, how will Ascian overcome the challenges thrown at him and return to Arran? How will he clear the allegations against him and prove himself innocent? And, who is the mystique human princess, Priscilla he is so attracted to? Why is the endearing girl so familiar, yet not? Will he fall for her charms, or will he ignore his growing fondness for her? But what happens when a gruesome incident leaves Priscilla shattered? Who is responsible for it? Is it Ascian and his army? If not, then who? And, what secret is Ascian hiding that might change Priscilla’s life forever? Read the story to know more.

Even as Detective Dhruva was enamored of Kavya, whom he rescues from her kidnapper, Radha, an alleged murderess on the run, gatecrashes into his life. But when Kavya too joins him after her man was poisoned there ensues the tussle of a love triangle, which gets unraveled in a poignant end, but not before a series of murders. So, then who could have poisoned Ranjit the realtor, Shakeel the Inspector, Pravar the criminal and Natya his accomplice? Well the needle of suspicion tilted towards Pravar that was till he perished with his mate, but then who was the one? Could it be Radha under the scanner for her role in the death of her husband Madhu and his mistress Mala, Pravar's sister? Or was it Ranjit's spouse Kavya, who owing to Stockholm Syndrome, takes to Pravar her kidnapper. As these deaths by poisoning puzzle Dhruva, Radha avers that Kavya had the motive and the means to kill her spouse, her paramour and his wife besides the cop. However, reckoning that when the ill-motives of the natural suspects to commit a murder are an open secret, someone with a hidden agenda might be tempted to use that as a camouflage for his subterfuge, Dhruva begins to look around for the culprit.

Whereas Mahabharata's Bhagvad-Gita is taken as a philosophical guide, Ramayana's Sundara Kãnda is sought for spiritual solace; many believe that reading it or hearing it recited would remove all hurdles and usher in good tidings! Miracles apart, it's in the nature of this great epic to inculcate fortitude and generate hope in man for it’s a depiction of how Hanuman goes about his errand against all odds. Besides, it portrays how Seetha, on the verge of self-immolation, overcomes despair to see life in a new light? With rhythm of its verse and the flow of the narrative this sloka to sloka transcreation of the canto beautiful of Valmiki's adi kavya - the foremost poetical composition in the world, Hanuman's Odyssey that paves the way for Rama to rescue his kidnapped wife is bound to charm the readers and listeners alike. Interestingly, as the following verse illustrates, this epic was the forerunner of the magic realism of our times – “Gripped she then him by shadow / Cast which Hanuman coast to coast, Recalled he in dismay then / What Sugreev said at outset / That one fiend had aptitude / To grip its prey by mere shadow.” On a personal note, my paternal grandfather, Bulusu Thimmaiah-garu, like many in his time, was a life-long practitioner of Sundara Kãnda parayana (the epic’s daily recital in part or full), whose spirituality could have providentially guided me in this, rather an effortless, trans-creative endeavour.

Bhagavad-Gita is the most beautiful, perhaps the only true philosophical song existing in any known tongue’ – William von Humboldt. Though it is a matter of consensus that Bhagvad-Gita in the present length of seven hundred slokas has many an interpolation to it such as chaturvarnyam mayashrustam, but no meaningful attempt has ever been made to delve into the nature and extent, not to speak of the effect of these on the Hindu society at large. The methodical codification of interpolations carried out here puts the true character of the Gita in proper perspective. Identified here are hundred and ten slokas of deviant nature and or of partisan character, the source of so much misunderstanding about this book extraordinary, in certain sections of the Hindu fold. In the long run, exposing and expunging these mischievous insertions is bound to bring in new readers from these quarters to this over two millennia old classic besides altering the misconceptions of the existing adherents. The moot point that has missed the attention of all, all along, is that if the Sudras were to be so lowly in the Lord’s creation, how come then the Gita’s architect Krishna, His avatar, and Vyāsa, its chronicler, happen to be from the same lowly Hindu caste fold. Moreover, is it not absurd to suggest that either or both of them had deprecated the station of their own varna (caste) on their own in their very own Gita? In this rendition the beauty of the Gita’s Sanskrit slokas is reflected in the rhythmic flow of the English verse of poetic proportions even as the attendant philosophy is captured in contemporary idiom for easy comprehension. An audio rendition of this work is in the YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vFU3-LD4iM

The sublimity of Muhammad's preaching in Mecca and the severity of his sermons in Medina make Islam a Janus-faced faith that forever bedevils the mind of the Musalmans. This thought-provoking work, besides dissecting the anatomy of Islam, steeped in the Quran, seeks to depict the psyche of the Musalmans, shaped by the proclivities of their prophet, vicissitudes of his life and the attitudes of his detractors, which the mechanism of their umma perpetuates. More to the point, aided by “I’m Ok – You’re Ok”, the path-breaking work of Thomas A. Harris and Roland E Miller’s “Muslim Friends–Their Faith and Feeling”, this book, for the first time ever, psycho-analyzes the imperatives of the Muslim upbringing, which has the potential to turn a faithful and a renegade alike into a fidayeen. Also, apart from delving into the ironies of the faiths that affected the fate of the peoples, eclipsed the cultures of communes, altered the course of history and afflict the politics of the day, this book examines how the sanãtana 'Hindu' dharma came to survive in India, in spite of the combined onslaught of Islam and the Christianity on Hinduism for over a millennium. This book is for those who wish to be aware of the follies of their faith and the foibles of others to lighten the burden of dogma and reduce the baggage of prejudice postulated in its thirty-four well-structured chapters. Also, besides providing a panoramic view of the Indian history, this thought-provoking book appraises the way Gandhi, Nehru, Patel, Azad, Ambedkar, Indira Gandhi, Narasimha Rao, Vajpayee, Manmohan Singh, Sonia Gandhi, Narendra Modi et al made or unmade the post-colonial India. Possibly in a new genre, this free ebook is a book for our times.

It's perilous penning this blurb. It's fine when man is modest about his work. It even affords him the aura of an invisible crown! But what about his work? Were it an art or craft, it is there for all to see. What of a literary work of an unheralded author? Well, lauding the same might raise one's eyebrows. Failing to praise wouldn't make a 'jewel-less crown' either! Why not see, if this is the great Indian novel. This is the story of the rise and fall of an ambitious man, the decline, and the decay of his conniving wife, the trials, and tribulations of their wayward son as well as the grit and gall of a spirited woman, who enters into his life. This depiction of their life and times not only pictures the facets of ambition and achievement, intrigue and betrayal, compulsion and compromise, sleaze and scandal, trial and sentence, but also portrays the possibilities of repentance and resolution, love and empathy coupled with compassion and contribution, leading to the spirituality of materialism, and that makes it the saga of our times. The story of a lifetime, truly.

Love is "Growing Together". Love is "Realizing that a flaw makes each other perfect." Love has countless definitions. Reveal the defi…. PROLOGUE The story takes place in the beautiful Indian cEKANSHity of Dehradun. It is the twisted romance of BHAIRAVI (aka AARNA). The novel explores college life! Here, Bhairavi changed her name to hide her identity. Her code name is Aarna. Why? Let's take a look together. The story will be told from the point of view of both main actors. Sometimes also the author's point of view. You will be informed about the POV at the beginning of each chapter. As I am busy with my college and studies, parts will be published every alternate day including Sunday. [The characters and plot are only the author's imagination. No one is harmed in the real world.] PROLOGUE: (flash of what happens later in the story, it changes fate all) Author's POV: She walked quietly through the dark corridor of the college. She didn't want to leave. She loved the city. She loved the people who live here. She loved the air and everything! Since the electricity had been cut off, it was completely dark. It also thundered. She could hear her ankles jingling as she moved. She wore a floral print skirt and a flat crop top, leaving her dark brown hair down to her upper waist. She was forcefully heading to the administrative office to collect her TC. A tear welled up in her eye because no she wanted to go back to her past life. She hated it. And after coming to this city, she hated it even more. She walked slowly and wiped her tears with her left hand. “BHAIRAVI!!”, someone called from behind. She stood motionless as thoughts clouded her mind. No. No one can know who I am. I don't want them to know my real name. That will make it harder for me.. She turned with an absent mind. Like her she answered the name, the person in front of her having just been confirmed in her true identity. Her eyes were full of tears, so she couldn't see the person clearly. She focused the torchlight on him. Ekansh. who else would it be? He stared at her. He had no idea of ​​her pain. She had always been a mystery to him. And he loved mysteries. So he wanted to solve it. He never gives up until he finds his roots. And he managed to find the roots of this mystery. “Bhairavi,” he said calmly, this time slowly pacing back and forth towards her. "How do you know my real name?" she asked as her heart rate rose. He was standing very close to her. His face tilted parallel to hers. The gap was less than a few centimeters. She shivered as her eyes caught his. He grabbed her waist with his left hand to erase the remaining gap. She was breathing hard because she was tired from crying. And now his actions made her knees buckle. “I love you Bhairavi,” he said, stroking her cheek with his right thumb. She didn't know how to answer. She didn't want one more thing to be added to the list she had to leave behind. When she didn't answer, he realized she was in pain. Now he could only see her tears flowing faster. He lowered his face slightly to capture her lips. Sometimes falling in love is the easiest thing. How far would you go to save it?

Arrange marriage. Sounds scary to this generation. What will happen when two strongly headed individuals Rishab Malhotra and Aradhya Murthy were tied into this knot? What will happen if their destiny would also bring Akriti Murthy and Ritvik Malhotra closer? This depicts that, one destiny will revolve around four different lives in different forms. Arrange and love are the two beautiful forms of love. Love isn't fictional, it's just finding our right one. Marriage has definitely divided itself into two parts. A parallel between these two parts. About how beautiful each part it. But the thing which actually makes it beautiful is The Partner. ___________ "Ready for some fun?" I asked aiyappa. "Always ready." We hi fied. Yeah, the case was now in mine and aiyappa's hands, join us in this journey. ____________

Mother, the words of your mouth sound like Sudha to my ears. This is not only the personal feeling of Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore, but it is the eternal feeling of people of all times. Just as mother's milk is the best nutrition for a child, the best development of a nation can happen through mother tongue. Mother tongue is the best determinant of human identity. Mother tongue is a basic resource of all people irrespective of caste-religion-caste. Like mother and soil, every human being inherits this wealth by birth. On February 21, 1952, the people of East Bengal acquired the status of mother tongue in exchange of bloobloo

**This book is temporarily on halt. Right now, I am concentrating on my other books.** The quiet city of Vlei is filled with terror when its people are murdered one by one every few days. Nobody knows who the culprit is. No clues found, no leads yet. The MO of each death is different. The only common thing is that the murders happen in a secluded place and at night, compelling the people to not leave their homes when the night befalls. Enter Melanie Parker. She is an orphan who has been taken in by her aunt and her family only because her parents have left her the Parker Empire before their mysterious death. When the innocent girl stumbles upon a gruesome secret, it changes her completely. Now she is out for revenge and she does not stop until she has destroyed all the people who have wronged her. On her way, she meets Adrian Cyrus King. At first, there is enmity between the two and they cannot stand each other. They bicker and fight whenever they meet. But, Adrian has a change of heart when Melanie once saves him from his enemies. Who is responsible for all the murders? How will Melanie take her revenge? Read the story to know what happens further. Disclaimer: The cover picture does not belong to me.

The attractions Roopa experienced and the fantasies she entertained as a teen shaped a male imagery that ensconced her subconscious. Insensibly, confident carriage came to be associated with the image of maleness in her mind-set. Her acute consciousness of masculinity only increased her vulnerability to it, making her womanliness crave for the maleness for its gratification. However, as her father was constrained to help her in becoming a doctor, she opts to marry, hoping that Sathyam might serve her cause though the persona she envisioned as masculine, she found lacking in him. But as he fails to go with her idea, she becomes apathetic towards him, and insensibly sinks into her friend Sandhya’s embrace, for lesbian solace. Soon, in a dramatic sequence of events, Tara, a suave call girl, tries to rope Roopa into her calling; Roopa herself loses her heart to Sandhya's beau Raja Rao, and Prasad, her husband’s friend falls for her. And as Prasad begins to induce Sathyam to be seduced by whores to worm his way into her affections, Roopa finds herself in a dilemma. However, as fate puts Raja Rao into Roopa’s arms in such a way as to lend novelty to fiction, this ‘novel’ nuances man-woman chemistry on one hand, and portrays woman-woman empathy on the other. Who said the novel is dead; 'Benign Flame' raises the bar as vouched by - The plot is quite effective and it’s a refreshing surprise to discover that the story will not trace a fall into disaster for Roopa, given that many writers might have habitually followed that course with a wife who strays into extramarital affairs - Spencer Critchley, Literary Critic, U.S.A. The author has convinced the readers that love is something far beyond the marriage tie and the fulfillment in love can be attained without marriage bondage. The author has achieved a minor revolution without any paraphernalia of revolution in the fourth part of the novel – The Quest, India. The author makes free use of – not interior monologue as such, but – interior dialogue of the character with the self, almost resembling the dramatic monologue of Browning. Roopa, Sandhya, Raja Rao and Prasad to a considerable extent and Tara and Sathyam to a limited degree indulge in rationalization, trying to analyse their drives and impulses – The Journal of Indian Writing in English. Overall, Benign Flame is a unique attempt at exploring adult relationships and sexuality in the contemporary middle-class. All the characters come alive with their cravings and failings, their love and their lust. Benign Flame blurs the lines and emphasizes that life is not all black and white - it encompasses the full spectrum of living - Indian Book Chronicle.

In a stream of consciousness mode, Glaring Shadow is the self-account of the life and times of a man, who liquidates his immense wealth only to consign it to the flames. The agony and ecstasy of his life as he makes it big in our materialistic world and the way he loses his soul in the bargain, only to regain it when tragedy strikes him makes one ponder over the meaning of success in life. This philosophical ‘novel of a memoir’ is a compelling read that is conducive to contemplate about the nature and scope of human relationships.

Though it is a matter of consensus that Bhagvad-Gita in the present length of seven hundred slokas has many an interpolation to it such as chaturvarnyam mayashrustam, but no meaningful attempt has ever been made to delve into the nature and extent, not to speak of the effect of these on the Hindu society at large. The methodical codification of interpolations carried out here puts the true character of the Gita in proper perspective. Identified here are hundred and ten slokas of deviant nature and or of partisan character, the source of so much misunderstanding about this book extraordinary, in certain sections of the Hindu fold. In the long run, exposing and expunging these mischievous insertions is bound to bring in new readers from these quarters to this over two millennia old classic besides altering the misconceptions of the existing adherents. The moot point that has missed the attention of all, all along, is that if the Sudras were to be so lowly in the Lord’s creation, how come then the Gita’s architect Krishna, His avatar, and Vyāsa, its chronicler, happen to be from the same lowly Hindu caste fold. Moreover, is it not absurd to suggest that either or both of them had deprecated the station of their own varna (caste) on their own in their very own Gita? This ‘overdue’ work, may lead the ‘denied’ Hindu castes as well as the favored folks for an objective approach to the in vogue Bhagvad-Gita which could dispel the misgivings of the former and the delusions of the latter, thereby bridging the Hindu emotional gulf with its abridged book that restores its original form. Whether or not one concurs with its propositions, this original work could be of interest to the students of logic and reasoning as well.

If passing through youth was like crossing the mirage of life for Chandra and Nithya, it proved to be chasing the mirage of love for Sathya and Prema though for plain Vasavi, Chandra's pitiable sibling, it was the end of the road. As life brings Chandra, who suffers from an inferiority complex for his perceived ugliness, and Nithya, who was bogged down being jilted by Vasu, together, they script their fate of fulfillment. And as poetic justice would have it, Sathya, who caused Prema's heartburn, himself was led down the garden path by Kala, doing a Sathya on Sathya. Just not that, life has in store just deserts for Vasu owing to Nithya's retribution as he tries to stalk her. Besides, after many a fictional twist and turn, the way the coming of age novel ends, challenges the perception that fact is stranger than fiction.

This is a collection of the author’s short stories that deals with women's dilemmas in the Indian social milieu accompanied with unique denouements. While 'Ilaa's Ire' contrasts woman's lot of the day with her eminence in the Vedic Age, '201' Qualms" depicts her predicament, torn between personal loyalty and citizen's responsibility. As "?" addresses woman's marital stress in an alien land, 'Cupid's Clue' is about her acting on rebound in her native place. Even as 'Autumn Love' lets woman discover the marital void in her life, 'A Touchy Affair' makes her amenable to her man's other woman. Just as 'Love's How's That' inflames woman's old flame, 'A Hearty Turn' brings her innate lesbian leanings to the fore. If 'Love Jihad' bridges lovers' religious divide with a secular plank, 'Tenth Nook' creates her marital gulf on the materialistic ground. While 'Eleventh Hour' is about woman's lust for love, 'Twelfth Tale' underscores her zest for power.

This is a compendium of the author’s Indian stage and radio plays: "Slighted Souls" is a poignant love story set in rural Telangana, beset with feudal exploitation of the downtrodden dalits. Besides forcing the dalits to toil in the fields as bonded labor without impunity, the land owning doras had no qualms in reducing the womenfolk of this ilk as sex slaves in the gadis, which leads to an armed resistance engulfing an young couple. Men at work on Women at work" is a tragic-comic episode depicting the fallout of sexual harassment at the workplace in the Indian urban setting with its traditional cultural underpinnings. "Castle of Despair", built on the slippery ground of man's innate urge for one-upmanship, portrays its facade of falsity on the grand stage of human tragedy. The radio play, "A Love on Hold", lends voice to the felt anxieties of a man and a woman as their old flame gets rekindled and the dilemmas of possession faced by the couple in a conservative cultural background.