Among the thousands of orphaned children adopted after 47 there are a few less than twenty who were planted here by Jinnah’s men . . .
At thirty-eight, feeling ancient and used up, Colonel Rajan Menon Raja knows his best years as a commando are behind him. But he is soon tested as never before. The Prime Minister s granddaughter has been abducted, and the kidnappers want some sensitive diaries in the possession of the CBI, the contents of which, if made public, can throw the country into turmoil. Raja works out a meticulous rescue plan, but the raid ends in a disaster the girl is killed, not a single kidnapper is captured and the diaries disappear. And all the evidence points to Raja s complicity. Hounded by the police and, inexplicably, a ruthless psychopath, Raja is on the run, determined to clear his name. As he makes his harrowing journey towards the truth, a sinister plot unfolds an astounding account that began in 1947 . . .
A policeman, a criminal overlord, a film star, beggars, cultists, spies and terrorists-the lives of the privileged, the famous, the wretched and the bloodthirsty interweave with cataclysmic consequences amid the chaos of modern-day Mumbai in this soaring, uncompromising and unforgettable epic masterwork of literary art.
A policeman, a criminal overlord, a film star, beggars, cultists, spies and terrorists-the lives of the privileged, the famous, the wretched and the bloodthirsty interweave with cataclysmic consequences amid the chaos of modern-day Mumbai in this soaring, uncompromising and unforgettable epic masterwork of literary art.
Black Suits You is a gripping, fast-paced and a clever psycho-sexual thriller that will keep you guessing till the end.
The unwavering calm of the Anantha Padmanabha Swamy Temple in Thiruvananthapuram is disturbed when a dead body turns up in its holy pond . . . Read more in In the Name of God.
The Girl Who Knew Too Much is a dark and suspenseful romance mystery, where Akshara is left face-to-face with a truth that will make her doubt not just Harry but herself as well . . .
‘I am a khalsa of Waheguru. I am the Guru’s lion. I’ll thunder like the clouds and in the same booming voice, I will unleash havoc on my enemies. My enemies will tremble at my challenge. My scream will rain like cinders upon them.’
Jaake Bairi Sanmukh Jeevay,
Taake Jeevan Ko Dhikkar
This electrifying novel will quake the gentle human sensibilities. The 44th mystery in the Vimal series this is a brand-new gem from the stellar mystery author, Surendra Mohan Pathak.
He was a police officer!
The head of a police station, he was after the life of his sub-inspector because of a personal conflict between them. Hot-headed and quarrelsome, he called himself a black serpent (kaala naag), who had the most lethal bite, killing a man in just one strike. And then he struck.
The kind of thriller that will send a shudder down your spine and make your skin crawl as if a snake was uncoiling before your eyes. Unputdownable.
Five years ago, Arjun Kadam was a cop, a rising star in the ranks of the Mumbai Encounter Squad. A tragic event sends him spiralling into depression and drug abuse and Kadam is reduced to a pale shadow of his former self when he becomes the victim of a hit-and-run that also claims the life of a street urchin. Waking from a month-long coma, Kadam is determined to catch the culprit. He’s rapidly sucked into the deep, dark heart of Mumbai, from the glitzy tinsel of Bollywood to the dank depths of the Mumbai Underworld, where the line between the police and the criminals has been blurred beyond recognition. Obsessed with his mission, Kadam sets off a desperate gambit of deadly intrigue and deception that pits him against the very machine of violence and corruption he once helped create.
Sita, detective Lalli’s niece-and occasional Watson-runs into former classmate Anais at Mumbai airport. Even as the friends catch up, Anais hands over a cardboard box she is carrying to a waiting woman, nonchalantly informing the traumatized lady that the box contains her son’s ashes. Some days later, Anais herself turns up dead in the slimy Mithi River, a pink nylon rope wrapped ritually around her neck.
