Hope? I Hope Not!

Genre:

Short Story Collection

Blurb:

'Hope? Hope not!' is a collection of stories from all walks of life and all age groups. It's is a reflection on human behavior and its peculiarities, written from the narrative perspective. The story traps the struggles and aspirations of the common men through different themes and genres.

Intro Story:

‘There are two kinds of hope’, he read through the text he had written and memorized. He was to give this speech at many motivational talks he would be giving once he achieved his goals. ‘The one hope is which drives you towards your goals. It is the hope that is the burning fire when you are cold and dark. This hope has been the reason for all the good things in the world.’ He paused, reflecting on his own life.

‘There’s another hope, it’s a disease disguised as hope. You don’t achieve anything, get a false sense of failure and victory because your heart and brain fail to differentiate between truth and deception. Yes, you get deceived by what you want to be, even though you can’t be the person.’

He realized he had no breathing space. And he wasn’t breathing either. He was again in two places, the world where he wanted to belong; and the world, where the world had sent him. Of course he had fallen for the second hope he wanted to warn people about in his motivational talks.

Reviews:

“Worth every penny. Simple language, vivid portrayal, just the right balance between humour and seriousness. Eagerly awaiting more from the author.”

“This is an interesting book. All the stories gave different perspective about life. The narration is good with easy language. There is also dose of humour here and there with life philosophy. I liked it. If you want to experience different shades of life in a single book then go for it.”

“This book is like a Diwali bonus to provide provide you with several characters and several stories in just a couple of hours. “

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About the author

Raghav Gautam was born in 1987, and from there his experiments with hobbies began. He started writing poetry around the age of 15, started writing stories around the age of 18, then moved on to sketching, digital painting, stitch painting, and so many other things where he just didn’t stick (except for verses and fiction perhaps).

Life changed for him when he picked up his camera for a heritage walk for the second time- after almost not using it for years properly. He moved beyond auto-focus, changed his ambitions of working in post-production to working in production and as it seems- he has found a hobby which has turned into his profession, and he still yearns for those moments of personal projects which stretch him, test him, and give him pleasure in equal measures.

His writing style is natural, as he doesn't delve deep into descriptions. He remembers R. K. Narayan's Dateless Diary, where he mentioned that he skips writing all the descriptions that he skips while reading. Raghav has imbibed this feature. His aim is to take people into an emotional space where they can experience a world of their own.

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I Am The 10^th (Navruts series- Book 1)

Genre:

Historical thriller

Blurb:

Based in modern times, ‘I Am The 10^th’ is the story of one of the oldest, and arguably the mightiest cults that originated during the 3^rd century BC in India.

Sarah, a happily married lady from New Delhi, India, wakes up one fine morning in an unknown place. It’s not her home, not her city; it’s not even her country.

What is she doing there? How did she reach there? Where is her family?

Her search to all these questions takes her on a journey, a long journey that had started way back in the 3^rd century BC. She finds out that everything she thought she knew about her- her marriage, husband, family, home, India, even her name- was a lie.

Will she be able to find out the truth? More importantly, will she be able to handle the truth if she finds it out?

Come and join Sarah on her journey that will take you to 300 BC, through the Mahabharata era, and back. Witness the biggest and the deadliest battle ever in the history of mankind that could well spell the end of humanity and the end of this world. Experience the might of the ancient Shastras and Astras, like Naag Pash, Brahma Kavach, and Narayan Astra.

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About the author

D. R. Downer is a writer, author, editor, and a ghostwriter. He has penned more than 39 books so far, 20 of which have been published under his own name, with the rest being ghostwriting projects. Although he has written books in varied sub-genres, his favorite genre is thriller and almost all his books have that as the main genre.

After completing his B.E. (Mechanical) and MBA (Marketing), DD started his professional journey as an Executive in the Sales department of a UK based organization. Since then, he changed over and handled many roles and responsibilities in the Marketing and Customer Service departments across industries. Later, shifted over to Advertising and spent a good 11 years in the same. He finally found his true calling in writing and now spends hours glued to his laptop conjuring up fictional worlds, and wonders if his wife can sue him for cheating on her with his laptop.

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Read an Excerpt from My Heart's Regret:

“So, where does that leave us?” she asked.

“Nowhere, Sam,” he exhaled. “That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

“Bullshit.” Anger, hurt, frustration, a whole gamut of furious emotion swept through her. She turned to him and balled her hands in his shirt, yanking him forward. “You have no business giving up on us, this way. You have to give us a chance.”

“Sam,” His voice was gentle and so were his hands as they pried hers from his chest. He cupped the back of her head and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “We never had a chance. Our families would never accept this. I’m your driver’s son, for God’s sake.”

“You’re the man I love.” With a low groan, she grabbed his face and kissed him. 

Raghav froze in her arms.

She poured years of pent up emotion into the kiss and the bloody statue she loved so much still didn’t respond. Humiliated tears pricked her eyes as she wrenched herself out of his arms and stood. There was nothing left to do but accept defeat. Raghav may love her but he didn’t want her in his life. 

Sam forced herself to turn her back on him and walk away.

She’d made it a bare two feet before she was grabbed from behind. He pulled her flush against him, her back to his chest and buried his face in her hair. It took her a moment to realize his tortured breathing and harsh gasps were not desire but tears. 

He was crying. Slow, silent tears that wet her hair and soaked through her shirt.

Her heart breaking, Sam turned and wrapped him in her arms. They held each other, fierce and unyielding, the past and present swirling together to form a protective cocoon around them.

“God help me,” His tortured whisper destroyed her. “But it kills me to let you go.”

“Then don’t,” she whispered back. “Please, Raghav.” 

He kissed her then. His lips melting against hers with a mix of passion, fury and need. A dam burst inside her and Sam rose to meet his kiss with all the love and desire bursting through her. 

Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Soft, mewling sounds escaped her.  He swallowed them as he tilted her head back to deepen the kiss. 

His hand crept up and clasped the soft mound of her breast, just as a distant sound shattered the moment and its poor illusion of privacy. 

They pulled apart, chests heaving, the sound of their harsh breaths mingling and spreading until it felt like that was all she could hear. 

In the distance, his mother appeared on the verandah outside their room. She waved to him frantically, screaming at the top of her voice.

“Raghav, come fast.” Her panicked shout had him running even before she was done. 

Samaira closed her eyes in despair. This nightmare of an evening wasn’t over yet.

About the Author:

Shilpa Suraj wears many hats - corporate drone, homemaker, mother to a fabulous toddler and author.

An avid reader with an overactive imagination, Shilpa has weaved stories in her head since she was a child. Her previous stints at Google, in an ad agency and as an entrepreneur provide colour to her present day stories, both fiction and non-fiction.

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