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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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The Book of Aarav – 2
Aarav and His Mother Aarav ran out of the elevator the moment the doors slid open. He glanced at his phone mid-stride, realizing with a jolt that he was already an hour late. Swiping his access card, he pushed through the office doors. The glass panels opened into a cool, softly humming world of polished…
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The Book of Aarav – 1
The Alley and the Masked Man A hand slipped out from beneath the covers, reaching for the phone vibrating sharply on the bedside table. 6:00 a.m. The alarm cut through the early hush of Whitefield, one quiet corner of a city already stirring. The phone disappeared under the blanket. Silence returned. Aarav sat up, rubbing…
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The Book of Aarav – Prologue
A few shrubs stood proud and still, resolute as the tall grasses danced in the sea’s night breeze. The wail of sirens rose across the land, drowning the breeze’s quiet murmur. A baby’s cry echoed from the dense, dark forest near the beach. A flickering light shone upon the dancing grasses at the forest’s edge…
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When the Clock Strikes Two-3
Brand New World The control room smelled of stale coffee and disinfectant, the kind of sour, clinging odor that settled into the air after an overnight shift and refused to leave. Across the wall of monitors, platform feeds showed cleaners rolling their carts toward storage bays while the first office-goers drifted in beneath a thin,…
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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 