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The Book of Aarav – 5
Sabo and Yodhika The Delhi–Jaipur Road opened into a long, empty stretch once the city faded behind Manesar. No shops. No traffic. No honking. Just a wide six-lane highway running straight through dry fields and broken patches of the Aravalli hills. The heat shimmered above the asphalt, making the horizon look blurred and distant. Then…
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The Book of Aarav – 4
The Woman in Windbreaker Aarav closed the success window of the last software on the list and glanced toward the office meeting room, waiting to see if Indresh would step out. After a few minutes, he opened the office chat application on his laptop and typed, Installed all the applications. Leaving office. Will see you…
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The Book of Aarav – 2.5
The Opposition Leader At PMO, South Block, Raisina Hill, New Delhi Mr. Bheeshma Sinha, Prime Minister of India, sat behind the heavy teak desk—a decorated soldier and the boldest presence in the country. At sixty, he carried a tall, commanding frame and a clean-shaven face, sharp cheekbones, and piercing eyes that seemed to measure everything…
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When the Clock Strikes Two-4
Shocking News I swiped my ID card on the reader and entered the office, following the man who had shared the lift ride up.Even though I had expected it, the change in the office layout still unsettled me. Until yesterday, the workspace had been open—rows of desks arranged side by side. Today, everything was different.…
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When the Clock Strikes Two-2
Protagonist Sharon turned off his alarm as he woke from sleep. He unlocked his phone and scrolled through the daily news feed. More and more people falling into coma.Some say it is caused by a new virus. Experts remain silent. He looked at his wife lying beside him, turned toward the other side, still sound…
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When the Clock Strikes Two-1
Meet the Author Only fewer were noticed. Fire fighters found it hard to walk between the burnt bodies that covered most of the area. Even harder was it to see through the huge pile of black and grey smoke-filled air. Nearly hundred people died in the blast and many more were left injured for the…
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When the Clock Strikes Two – Prologue
We run either due to anxiety or due to fear. Neal was running because of both. It was not because of the sirens, circling red lamps or the guns behind him. He was anxious of the ticking clock and he felt the needles were moving too fast than he had expected. ’This will be the…
Karun G Nath 