Luwan Of Brida

Brida is a small village in the farthest corner of Inkredia, located at the foot of the great Malingo Mountains. This beautiful village is a brewing pot of troubles. And Luwan plucks out of it a danger that will claim his life, unless he escapes to a safe place. But between him and safety lies a perilous journey. As Luwan plunges into a thrilling escapade, he explores the wildly fantastical side of his country. Fleeing through unknown regions with enemies chasing him like a wind, he sees the great wonders of Inkredia and terrible dangers hiding in its dark corners. He meets the most brutal assassins known to the mankind and bloodcurdling nonhumans of various kinds. And... he quickly discovers, that for some reason, they all want him dead.

This book traces the life and times of Gayatri Devi of Cooch Behar, 'the princess from the east' who became the third wife of Maharaja Sawai Man Singh II of Jaipur. Gayatri Devi revisited, but this time by an insider who embellishes a fairy-tale life with rare nuggets of information.

Pallavi, an air hostess by profession, is a vivacious and venomous as hell girl, who lives her life out loud and on the edge. She lives by just one rule: fuck and forget. The one side that nobody knows about her is that she still hasn’t moved on from the hurt of her first love: Haasil. Haasil is a successful, self-made and young entrepreneur who is both physically and emotionally recuperating from a fatal accident in which he lost the true love of his life. Swadha is a corporate girl, who is cute, unintentionally funny and head over heels in love with Haasil. That Kiss in the Rain happens when Pallavi, Haasil and Swadha are touched by the sublime power of love in different ways, till their paths cross and their destinies collide, bringing them at a crossroad where each has to make a life-altering decision.

Think of your sins. Prepare to die. On the edge of the forests of Deoghar, in the small, sleepy town of Nimdeora, novelist Sangram Talukdar's peaceful life is unexpectedly shattered when he receives an anonymous threat.At first, he dismisses it as a cruel joke, but when two of the family's beloved dogs, guardians of the estate, are found killed with a clean, swift arrow to each of their throats, Talukdar calls in the astute detective Janardan Maity to investigate. To uncover the dark secrets of this quiet town, Maity has to dig deep into the past - into the Talukdar family's bloody history, and a curse that has haunted the family for generations. But he must act quickly, because someone, or something, is lurking in the shadows of the forest, watching, waiting to claim their prey...

England, 2003. Tom McIntyre is a worried man. Debts are piling up, his career is in free-fall, and his family life is under strain. Only his wife, Alison, remains unswerving in her support of him. Close to rock bottom, Tom clinches the deal of a lifetime and then tragedy strikes, putting everything Tom values at risk. In the aftermath, a toxic mix of grief, substance abuse and blame leads to different paths for the family. Duplicity is a story of lost innocence, radicalisation, and family bonds. Can grief, love and hate be reconciled? And can Tom repair his fractured family?

The Gang of Six were clinching their fists under the 21-seater oval teak table in the PMO in New Delhi. How could their Prime Minister speak to them like that? How does the Constitution of India allow such people, with just 35 seats out of 543 in the Lok Sabha, to become the PM? The Indian PM’s aircraft took off from Islamabad Airport at 7:45 am IST and was scheduled to land at the Indira Gandhi International Airport (IGIA) in New Delhi at 9:10 am IST. When the aircraft started deviating from its scheduled route, there was panic at the IGIA air traffic control tower. By 9:15 am IST, the aircraft was seen heading south, when it became out of range of the radars at IGIA. Had the PM’s aircraft been hijacked? Was it headed to Sri Lanka or the Maldives? The defence minister, external affairs minister and the NSA had accompanied the PM to Islamabad. In their absence, the best men to contact the Indian Air Force Chief were the cabinet secretary or the defence secretary. Both men tried to get hold of him, but to no avail. He was not answering his office or mobile phone. They tried the Vice Chief and got no response either. What in hell was going on? By 9:45 am IST, Indian Army soldiers in battle gear began arriving in army trucks at North and South Block, and at various other ministry buildings spread across Lutyens’ Delhi. Hundreds of soldiers also arrived at the residences of the union ministers in the 28.7 km2 Lutyens Bungalow Zone. At 9:45 pm Pakistan Time, about five hours after the Indian generals had finished the press conference in New Delhi and about two hours after millions had started demonstrating on roads across fifty-plus Indian cities, Prime Minister Irfan Khan chaired a meeting of Pakistan’s National Security Council. A plan of action was framed.

'Why do they call you Baaz?' 'It means falcon,' he replies solemnly. 'Or bird of prey. Because I swoop down on the enemy planes just like a Baaz would.' Then he grins. The grey eyes sparkle. 'It's also short for bastard.'1971. The USSR-backed India-Mukti Bahini alliance is on the brink of war against the America-aided Pakistani forces. As the Cold War threatens to turn red hot, handsome, laughing Ishaan Faujdaar, a farm boy from Chakkahera, Haryana, is elated to be in the IAF, flying the Gnat, a tiny fighter plane nicknamed 'Sabre Slayer' for the devastation it has wreaked in the ranks of Pakistan's F-86 Sabre Squadrons. Flanked by his buddies Raks, a MiG-21 Fighter, Maddy, a transport pilot who flies a Caribou, and fellow Gnatties Jana, Gana and Mana, Shaanu has nothing on his mind but glory and adventure - until he encounters Tehmina Dadyseth, famed bathing beauty and sister of a dead fauji, who makes him question the very concept of nationalism and whose eyes fill with disillusioned scorn whenever people wax eloquent about patriotism and war...Pulsating with love, laughter and courage, Baaz is Anuja Chauhan's tribute to our men in uniform.

Rohan and Ira's life takes an unexpected turn when Ira decides to leave for New York to study. They've been married for only fifteen months, but this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and Rohan is not going to come between his wife and her dream. So, sad but supportive, he stays back in Delhi. Rohan prepares for a year without Ira, getting by with a little help from his friends. Life without Ira is going surprisingly well. Until the day, that is, she reveals the real reason she left.