Tales Of N and V Part Sixteen

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Namarata dear , get ready quickly as we are getting late for movie ."Vikram said in a rush Arre Pa chill-ax "Preeti said .What do you mean chillax dear Preeti ?.OH FO  you are incorrigible  she said and hugged him by conveying its meaning .He laughed aloud at her innocence .And goes to his bedroom where N was  getting ready . As he enters his bedroom  he looks at Namarata  like a drooling dog while she dresses up for the movie .Vikram   feeling his throat go  dry , he turns her around and kisses her tummy and then .. he inserts the seven pleats insides her petticoat with smile IE. satisfying on his face .Preeti too smiled and hugged him from behind by saying '  Pa looks so beautiful and sexy hai naa'.Hmm she looks and she is  that too baby .
Pa what do mean by that,  Preeti queered .Beta....I  will about this after watching the movie which I  have selected .
'Hmm...which movie have you selected ' Preeti queered exasperatedly.

'Smurfs 2'  V said while driving his Honda zest .
Vik.... what is this , are we kids to watch this movie ?N asked him .
"It's light entertainer"He said looking at Preeti sternly through his rear view mirror .
Grrh...Pa yaar this is not done  on your part !.
Ha ha  ...Pa don't laugh like a devil , Preeti said by  twitching her nose .
Have I told you that I  will be leaving for Scotland tomorrow , she asked her father by watching the beautiful rainy day scene .Hmm to play  the remaining half of Scotland Yard Game  with your friends there .
Dad , she says and request him to switch on FM  .He does it with a smile on his face a smile that makes everyone  in his family feel special  especially N .
Suddenly the car stops in front of KG society .Preeti understood her Dad's outlook and sighs by giving way for  his  little friend to come. Namarata frown at him 'Don't you think , it is wrong on our part to hid this collusive information from Preeti .'I do not think so.... because we gave him as a gift to my  sister  ."Then....why Pa are you doing this?" Preeti interrupted him .This is because I  am special" he said and goes out of his car to bring his son and welcomes him with open arms standing in front of building gate. The sister who he gave this gift smirks at him as she comes to leave him (His son ) .

Hey Di   , he said hugging his sister as he enters the car". Mamma  I  love you , long time no see  , as usually  you are looking gorgeous "He said by hugging her from behind. Namarata laughed through her tears .Preeti is stunned to see this scene and chooses to remind silent by observing the changing colors  of the skies and moving clouds .

Suddenly turning  towards Preeti , he produces something in front of her and  gives her but Preeti does not take it by saying "I  do not accept gifts from strangers " .Hearing this Preeti ..., N shouts  and  V  makes a grim face .
Looking at Preeti , his eyes starts pleading with her which makes his daughter Preeti smile at him .

Sorry kiddo, give me the gift she says ruffling her brother's  soft hair .Still hurt  she asks him ."I am still hurt Di" he says by adding 'How can you hurt me ?, I  never expected this behavior out of you". 

Preeti smiles warmly at him and accepts his gift my giving a kiss on his cheeks.
After reaching the theatre  , they just drop the idea of watching Smurfs 2.Instead they enjoy their evening  by shopping , clubbing and dinning together like a happily ever after family .

With lots of Love and Hugs 

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Twisted myths. Discretion advised. 

Fight fate, or succumb to destiny?

In the dark Age of Kali, the Soul Warrior alone stands guard over the Human Realm, protecting its denizens from evil-willed asuras or demons. When a trick of fate appoints him guru to a motley crew of godlings, he agrees to train them as demon hunters against his better judgment. Suddenly, Lord Karna is not only battling the usual asuras with sinister agendas, but also rebellious students and a fault-ridden past.

Spanning the cosmic realms of mythic India, here is a tale of a band of supernatural warriors who come together over a singular purpose: the salvation of Karna’s secret child.




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CHAPTER ZERO

DWANDA-YUDDHA: THE DUEL

The Himalayan Mountains.
Five thousand years ago.

Absolute darkness shrouded the Human Realm, and had for three days and three nights. Some believed the occurrence was prophetic, like the prolonged amavasya or new moon night that had heralded the Great Kuru War two thousand years ago. The war had given birth to the dark Age of Kali, the age of asura. In contrast, hope was ripe that this event would trigger the Age of Light. But the Bard wasn’t here to succumb to superstition. 
The first day without the sun’s light had spread confusion and chaos across the realm. The second day had brought desperation in the breasts of humans and fear in the belly of Celestials. The third day—today—was a feast for the asuras. Death lay everywhere. 
The human world burned without its sun. How soon before the Heavens went up in flames?
The Bard’s troubled eyes reread the last line. Then he deliberately scratched it off, lifting his long, pointed talon from the parchment made of dry palm leaf. With a sigh, he rested his aching hand on his trembling thigh. He would spare a moment to ease his body, and his mind from the strain of observation and due recordkeeping. If he didn’t, he’d forget his duty as Witness of the Cosmos, and begin to question fate. 
Despite the fire that crackled close to his right knee, and the feathered form of his upper body, he was cold. An icy wind had settled around the Pinnacle of Pinnacles, where he sat cross-legged on a seat made of rock and snow. He’d chosen this perch because it gave him an impartial view of the events happening in the world. He was the Bard, entrusted with keeping the Canons of the Age of Kali, just as the Soul Warrior was entrusted with keeping the Human Realm safe from asuras. Would they both fail in their duty today?
The Bard shook off the heavy despair the darkness had brought into the world. He mustn’t judge. He shouldn’t question. He would sharpen the talon on his forefinger, dip it into the vessel of ink kept warm by the fire, and write this tale. That was all he could do. Be the witness to history.
So he raised his feathered hand and began to write again while his eyes, sparked with power, knowledge and magic, saw clearly events unfolding from great distances. A thousand kilometers to his right, Indra, the God of War and Thunder, fought the Dragon. Indra did not fare well. But that didn’t concern the Bard as much as the clash between the Soul Warrior and the Stone Demon. Over and over, his eagle eyes were drawn to the duel taking place in the heart of the world, not only because it was a magnificent battle to behold, for it was, but because its outcome would decide mankind’s destiny.
The Soul Warrior was more than a great warrior. Karna was a great soul. Fair, honorable, brave and resilient, he was the perfect protector of the Human Realm. Of course, there were other reasons he’d been chosen to fill the office of Soul Warrior—there always were when Gods and demons were involved. But Karna’s existence was a testament to righteous action and if anyone could bring back the day, it would be him. 
But how did one vanquish stone, the Bard wondered?
Avarice and cruelty, two nefarious desires, had made Vrtra and Vala attack the Human Realm. Three days ago the Dragon had swallowed the Seven Rivers in the north, and the Stone Demon had imprisoned the Sun God, his daughter, and all the cattle of the region in his cave.
The Bard paused his writing as a thin vein of lightning winked across the skies, but without the accompanying roar. Indra’s strength waned. His thunderbolt hadn’t left Vrtra screaming in pain this time. The Bard spared a moment’s attention on the duel, just enough to note that the Maruts, the Celestial Storm-gods, waited in the clouds to rescue their god-king in case of a calamity. Indra would survive even in defeat. Of that, the Bard was sure.
But Karna had no one at his back. His might and god-powers had depleted without the sun’s healing warmth and light. His divine astras, weapons, had not slowed the Stone Demon down, at all. Only the conviction that he could not fail his godsire, his sister, and the innocents under his protection drove him now. His birth family had once abandoned him to his fate, but he would not abandon them to theirs—such was the greatness of Karna.
The Bard crossed out the last observation. No questions. No judgment. No praise, either. The canons would be free of all emotion. He wasn’t here to embellish history or glorify the history-makers, as some bards were wont to do. 
It wasn’t embellishment to write that the foothills of Cedi were drenched in the Soul Warrior’s blood. Or observe the gushing wounds on his body, despite his armor, that would make the hardiest of warriors bellow in agony, but not him. It wasn’t embellishment to write that the Heavens were empty for the Celestials had come to Earth to watch the battle, firelight cupped in their palms to light the warrior’s way. 
The Naga, the Serpent People, also looked on, hissing from the mouth of the portal that led to their underground realm beneath the hills. The Serpent King will not choose a side. Vrtra and Vala were half Naga, after all. All across the Human Realm, demons roamed free, taking advantage of the darkness and preying on human flesh and human souls. It was a terrible moment in history. The asuras had the upper hand in the eponymous age of Demon Kali.
Vala did not have arms and half a leg, but still he came at Karna. He had an ace up his sleeve. There were plenty of creatures about, an entire mountain close at hand. He began to chant the spell of soul transference. It was the darkest of all magic, the possession of another’s soul. Soon, he would be whole again and stronger than before.
Battered and bleeding, the Soul Warrior veered away from the Stone Demon. He leapt over boulders and charred vegetation. The onlookers called him a coward. Had he forfeit the duel? Has he forsaken mankind? 
Karna dove for Manav-astra, the spear of mankind, he’d thrown aside yesterday after his bow, Vijaya, had shattered under repeated use. In one smooth motion, he rolled, picked up the astra, coming up in the spear-thrower’s stretch. His tattered lower garment billowed about him as a gust of wind shot through the air. His muscled torso glistened with blood and sweat, tightened as he pulled the arm holding the spear back. 
He meant to throw Manav-astra at Vala. A futile attempt, to be sure? As long as Vala was made of stone, broken or not, his body was impregnable. Karna should have waited for Vala to transfer his soul to an onlooker. Then Karna should have vanquished the possessed creature. 
Taunting laughter reverberated through the foothills of Cedi. Vala had reached the same conclusion. The Celestials looked at each other in angry silence, unable to interfere. A dwanda-yuddha duel was fought between two opponents of equal size and strength alone. The humans hadn’t stopped screaming in three days, the din simply background noise now. 
The Bard scribbled the observations onto the parchment in no particular order. He wished he was a painter, for surely this was a picture worth a thousand words.
The demon hobbled toward the warrior, who stood still as stone with his arm drawn taught behind him. Then finally, with a roaring chant the Soul Warrior shifted his weight from his back leg to his front and let fly Manav-astra at the Stone Demon with all his remaining might. 
Karna didn’t wait to see the ramifications of his action. And there were plenty to come. He ran into the mountain cave to free Vala’s hostages. Within moments the rock face rent in half, and bright streams of light speared through the terrible darkness. A new day had dawned on the Human Realm after three days of perpetual night.
The sun’s power was too bright, too full of hope. Yet, the Bard looked on pensively, wondering if the Soul Warrior knew this wasn’t a victory. It was merely a reprieve.

About the Author:

Falguni Kothari is a New York-based South Asian author and an amateur Latin and Ballroom dance silver medalist with a semi-professional background in Indian Classical dance. She’s published in India in contemporary romance with global e-book availability; Bootie and the Beast (Harlequin Mills and Boon) and It’s Your Move, Wordfreak! (Rupa & Co.), and launches a mythic fantasy series with Soul Warrior (The Age of Kali, #1)

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The Third Yuga is slowly drawing to a close. Nam – the greatest Empire on Janani – is going to face some fierce winds of change. Seers foresee omens of death and destruction in the return of the Banished One – A God who will claim the ashes of this world as revenge. While out in the streets, rumours abound - of older forgotten powers stirring.

Caught in this maelstrom of a power struggle between Gods are three ordinary lives: General Fateh, the most celebrated soldier in Nam who starts to question his faith, Ishan – a gifted orphan who struggles to comprehend his destiny and Abhaya – a young monk in search of truths about this world. Their choices and actions will shape the destiny of this scarred world that becomes the playground for vindictive Gods.

In a world where Rakshasas arise out of left-over traces of Maaya and twilight forms the portal to countless worlds around us for Daityas and Yakshis to dance through, a God is only as powerful as those who believe.And when Gods rise, faith of men will be tested…And broken.

About the Author:

Sachin discovered Tolkien in his teens, alternative rock as a new adult and digital marketing in pretty much his late twenties. These still form a large wedge in his circle of life. Travel, radio and theatre have also figured in that ever-expanding and diminishing circle.

On perhaps a more prosaic note, he is an engineer from BITS Pilani and holds an MBA from Indian School of Business. Attribute the love for numbers and pie-charts to this. He is currently based in Bangalore and happily married to Harini. He spends an inordinately large amount of time chasing after his two dogs (who love the free life a bit too much) when he is not busy dreaming up fantasy worlds full of monsters. And beautiful Yakshis, of course.

He can usually be found ranting on twitter under the handle @xenosach, devouring books and talking about them on his blog . You can always stalk him online at his official website

Book Review of Only Wheat Not White By Varsha Dixit

Only Wheat Not White 

by 

Varsha Dixit 

The Blurb

What if the one you completely love is the one you simply can't! Twenty-six-year-old Eila Sood moves to America to mend fences with her estranged older sister, Sheela. Eila and the rest of the family in India had cut off ties with Sheela after she married Steve Jacobs, 'out of caste, and out of color'. Elia soon realizes that Sheela's marriage is on the rocks. To help pay Sheela's household bills, Eila takes a second job at an afternoon strip club. When she crosses paths with the owner, the handsome Brett Wright or 'blue-eyed ogre' as Elia calls him, he both infuriates and fascinates her. Brett turns out to be her reluctant and unquestionably sarcastic knight in shining armor. As Eila and Brett spend more time together their desire for each other builds. However, when Brett discovers the true reason for Eila's refusal he storms out of her life, accusing her of being a prejudiced coward. Will Eila find the courage to break stereotypes and embrace her love? Will Brett find solace in the arms of his ex-girlfriend Cate? Will Sheela and Steve divorce? All of these questions and more are answered in Varsha Dixit's latest and humorous and steamy love story.


                                                                      Book Review : 
Only Wheat Not White  by Varsha Dixit is American -Indian romance .Which is  written in a very wonderful manner by Author Varsha  .I  have read many romantic  novels  , but there is something different about this book  .
The Title of the book is quiet catchy .Brett character  is quiet interesting. 
The emotions and prejudiced behavior of the lead  protagonists are well portrayed .

Me thinks : Only Wheat Not White is a recommended read to all.

My Analysis : The story could have been stretched little more .

My Ratings :5 <3 <3<3<3<3

I thank the author for supplying me  the copy of her latest book'Only Wheat Not White' via TBC .Thank you Rubina Ramesh for the same

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I'm the author of four books and the genre that I write is contemporary romance. Penning stories defines and completes me.I thinks of myself as a borderline obsessive-compulsive dreamer who thinks deep but writes light. A true ‘feel good’ junkie seeking quick fixes, I love a good laugh and a good book. A voracious reader of who dunit mysteries and legal dramas, I did sit down to pen a book on serial killers but finding it impossible to maim or kill anyone, even on paper, I penned a romantic story instead. Thus, I found my true calling – at least for the time being.Even though creativity is gender free, I feel blessed and enriched to be a woman.
Currently, with my family, I'm settled in the US.

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Interview with a Dreamer

Please welcome Namarata aka Privy Trifles the writer of  a classical  yet a sweet and soulful romantic novel called 'Metro Diaries to our blog today .

There were few questions that had been  bothering me for  sometime  , but Author Namarata has effective cleared my doubts in this regards .So shall we start with interview ? hmmm :-)

1. Describe yourself in three words?.

Obnoxious. Dependable. Hyper sensitive.
2. Please share your love recipe with us ?.

A pinch of dreams, a dash of hope mixed into a huge bowl of magic. Garnished with hugs and a topping of kisses.

Sounds mushy right? ;)

3. What defines you as a person ?

All that has happened in life. Good. Bad. Ugly. Worst. Beautiful. Everything defines me as a person.  The people I met, the places I have travelled, the books I have read... they all me me what I am today. and yes I need to add, absolutely no regrets. I am glad I did all that for I wouldn't want to change anything from my life the way it is right now. 

4. Namrata , Could you share with us a special moment that inspired you to write 'Metro Dairies '?
Metro Diaries was born in my dreams. One night after a long hectic week I was mentally trying to remember all that happened during the week.  I noticed so any budding love stories in them. And as I thought about them they made me smile. That is when I decided this smile needs to be shared. I anyways wanted my writing to touch a heart, leave a smile and make a difference.

5. According to you what is true love and how to recognize it ?

True love is where you are you more than anywhere else and yet you are loved, cared for and respected.

Nope. you cannot recognise love.  Love recognizes you . All you need to do is keep your heart open, allowing it to enter and that happens when you believe in dreams, hope and magic. 

Thank you Namarata for taking  time out from your busy schedule and to speak about 'Love' which is  one of my favorite topic .

This interview is hosted by me via TBC

Metro Diaries 

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Namrata 

The Blurb

Love is one of the most amazing feelings on this earth, one that makes you the most powerful person or the most helpless person in a split second. These stories capture those feelings of despair, longing, love, lust, desire, want, dejection and admiration to create deja vu. Hold onto your hearts as you flip through these pages and take a walk down the memory lane, as "metro diaries" will revive your innermost feelings and imbibe in you the magic of love. Touching, amusing and deeply moving, metro diaries - love classics are tales that will hold you from start till end. 

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Namrata is a prolific blogger known by the name Privy Trifles in the blogosphere who romances life through her writings and aspires to make love the universal language. She dons various hats between that of a contributing author to 8 anthologies a reviewer for leading publishing houses an editor to various books and a columnist. Apart from that she is also the editor for an online magazine called Writer's Ezine. Having mastered the nuances of finance till recently she also held the title of an investment banker closely to let it go to embrace her love for writing fully.

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Tales of N and V Part Sixteen @Wordy Wednesday #3- October 2015 #SentencePrompt

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N.....I can't believe that Preeti has achieved success as a writer 'Vikram said as they reach  home after the end of Pushkari and Vishal's  grand drama .The drama that almost took away Preeti life is over. Seeing a  sleeping Preeti , his heart tightened in  protectiveness .Suddenly Preeti wakes up feeling  a bit gorgy .'Pa I am a  bit gorgy'  she says .Gorgy !what happened dear ? V questions .She might have had something which is making feel gorgy Namarata says smiling enchantingly at him .Accha I  thought it must.. Be ....what you thought Pa that somebody made me pregnant with his Mr. somebody's child ha ha you are dam funny Pa.

V  frowns at her words as Preeti hugs him .Anyways yesterday it was  RK Lakshman's 94th birthday  you know and as a  tribute for his commendable work 'I want you to release my collection of his jokes which I  have made in form of a book , tomorrow @ 5:30 pm'

With Lots of Love 

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Book Review :Metro Dairies by Namarata

Metro Diaries 

by 

Namrata 

The Blurb

Love is one of the most amazing feelings on this earth, one that makes you the most powerful person or the most helpless person in a split second. These stories capture those feelings of despair, longing, love, lust, desire, want, dejection and admiration to create deja vu. Hold onto your hearts as you flip through these pages and take a walk down the memory lane, as "metro diaries" will revive your innermost feelings and imbibe in you the magic of love. Touching, amusing and deeply moving, metro diaries - love classics are tales that will hold you from start till end. 




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Metro Diaries by Namarata is a book of classical romances .Each story is meaningful and from there we can learn  many lessons for our lives and growth  that can be put into practice. This book consists of 20 blissful romantic story .Ranging from childhood romances - compatible romances .
Why I  termed blissful romances "Because it is indeed that ". While I was reading,  I went  through a  romantic journey where I   saw myself among those led characters .

My Analysis : The cover of book  could have been colorful like TBC BLOG TOUR POSTER .The black and white combination did not attract  me , but the heart shaped bookmark with a blue stone on it's top   attracted  my attention a lot  

Me Thinks : Metro Dairies by Namarata is wonderful book to read because  

• The forward is awesomely written  
• Each story reflects the different aspects of romance .
• And the quotes or poems  written by Namarata before the start of each and  every story is  really mind blowing  to read .

Highly recommended to all especially  the day -dreamers  who dream of having a perfect life .

I  thank Namarata for sending me ARC   of her book  and TBC and Rubina for hosting amazing blog  tours like this .

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Meet the Author

Namrata is a prolific blogger known by the name Privy Trifles in the blogosphere who romances life through her writings and aspires to make love the universal language. She dons various hats between that of a contributing author to 8 anthologies a reviewer for leading publishing houses an editor to various books and a columnist. Apart from that she is also the editor for an online magazine called Writer's Ezine. Having mastered the nuances of finance till recently she also held the title of an investment banker closely to let it go to embrace her love for writing fully.

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