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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalThis book began with a conversation. Somewhere in Chennai, two friends were deep in yet another debate over movie plots and missed opportunities in storytelling. Midway, one of them said, “If you’re so full of ideas, why don’t you write something on your own?” It wasn’t said to inspire. It was said to provoke. It worked.Abhijeet Singh, an engineer like countless others, had never called himself a writer. But stories had always lived in his head—shaped by films, shows, and quiet obsessions no one knew about. This time, instead of arguing, he sat down and wrote.This is his first noveRead More...
This book began with a conversation. Somewhere in Chennai, two friends were deep in yet another debate over movie plots and missed opportunities in storytelling. Midway, one of them said, “If you’re so full of ideas, why don’t you write something on your own?” It wasn’t said to inspire. It was said to provoke. It worked.
Abhijeet Singh, an engineer like countless others, had never called himself a writer. But stories had always lived in his head—shaped by films, shows, and quiet obsessions no one knew about. This time, instead of arguing, he sat down and wrote.
This is his first novel. It wasn’t written to fulfill a dream or chase a trend. It was written because the story refused to stay quiet. Now that it’s out, it’s only the first of many.
"A woman on the run. A village haunted by whispers. A forest that devours children. And secrets worth killing for..."
She arrives like a whisper of doom— her clothes stained with blood and her legs barely holding her up. Vishakha stumbles into Devran, a secluded village deep within the Mughal Empire, carrying a secret that could change everything. But Devran has its own ghost—whispers of a girl taken by the cursed forest, a mystery that haunts its
"A woman on the run. A village haunted by whispers. A forest that devours children. And secrets worth killing for..."
She arrives like a whisper of doom— her clothes stained with blood and her legs barely holding her up. Vishakha stumbles into Devran, a secluded village deep within the Mughal Empire, carrying a secret that could change everything. But Devran has its own ghost—whispers of a girl taken by the cursed forest, a mystery that haunts its people like an unbroken spell.
The secret she is carrying is trouble—big enough that the evil chasing her would burn the village to the ground just for hiding her. Vishakha must escape before its wrath descends upon the village. But with her wounds deep and her time slipping away, every minute she lingers feels like a countdown.
The evil closes in. Vishakha must outpace them to place her secret in hands that can be trusted. In this treacherous dance of trust and terror, she teeters on a razor’s edge— one misstep could bury the truth forever or spark a reckoning that consumes them all.
The chase has begun.
"A woman on the run. A village haunted by whispers. A forest that devours children. And secrets worth killing for..."
She arrives like a whisper of doom— her clothes stained with blood and her legs barely holding her up. Vishakha stumbles into Devran, a secluded village deep within the Mughal Empire, carrying a secret that could change everything. But Devran has its own ghost—whispers of a girl taken by the cursed forest, a mystery that haunts its
"A woman on the run. A village haunted by whispers. A forest that devours children. And secrets worth killing for..."
She arrives like a whisper of doom— her clothes stained with blood and her legs barely holding her up. Vishakha stumbles into Devran, a secluded village deep within the Mughal Empire, carrying a secret that could change everything. But Devran has its own ghost—whispers of a girl taken by the cursed forest, a mystery that haunts its people like an unbroken spell.
The secret she is carrying is trouble—big enough that the evil chasing her would burn the village to the ground just for hiding her. Vishakha must escape before its wrath descends upon the village. But with her wounds deep and her time slipping away, every minute she lingers feels like a countdown.
The evil closes in. Vishakha must outpace them to place her secret in hands that can be trusted. In this treacherous dance of trust and terror, she teeters on a razor’s edge— one misstep could bury the truth forever or spark a reckoning that consumes them all.
The chase has begun.
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