detective
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This is a sequel. To read Part 1: The detective’s apprentice A knight came charging across the landscape, desperately looking for anyone that could help him reunite with his beloved. He went from village to village, door to door, but could not find her. It was as if she had disappeared from the face of
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“Hello,” said the voice on the phone. “My name is Sherlock Homes. I know you never expected a call from me, as famous as I am, but I’ve been given your name as someone who can help me solve a rather sticky situation.” Mrs. Agarwal rolled her eyes and hollered for Radha. She handed him
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If there is a genre that I adore after Fantasy it is Crime Thrillers. I love detective novels, I love mysteries and I absolutely love conspiracies, spies and fast paced thrillers. I have always wanted to write a similarly fast paced story but I always got caught up in the details: how does law and
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It had been a fortnight since Radha had lost his best friends. He couldn’t really blame Mayur for not wanting to be his friend – he would probably have done the same thing had he been in his position – but that did not stop him from regretting how things had turned out.
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The truth hit Radha like a freight train. For a moment he reveled in the sweet pleasure of a deserving adversary. But slowly he realized the horror of what had transpired – the scale of it, the attention to detail, the singular focus on destruction. But he couldn’t put a finger on why – what
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Now that Radha had figured Sagar had something to do with the events of the past three months, it was like a bee in his bonnet. He couldn’t stop thinking about it but at the same time he didn’t know what to do either. He didn’t have enough evidence apart from a strong gut feeling.
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A hot summer afternoon. A nondescript school day filled with number crunching, essay writing and listening to your Hindi and English teachers lament on the hopelessness of teaching thirteen year old students who did not appreciate the languages.
tales of Suchita 