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Pradeep Tandon is a retired banker from Lucknow, the City of Nawabs. Having travelled far and wide in India and abroad, the writer aims to craft his experiences into tales and share them with people. His stories reflect glimpses of his close encounters with nature. His love and passion for the English language and his desire to critically analyse social & cultural issues in our society, motivated him to embark on the journey of storytelling.Read More...
Pradeep Tandon is a retired banker from Lucknow, the City of Nawabs. Having travelled far and wide in India and abroad, the writer aims to craft his experiences into tales and share them with people. His stories reflect glimpses of his close encounters with nature. His love and passion for the English language and his desire to critically analyse social & cultural issues in our society, motivated him to embark on the journey of storytelling.
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‘Thakur Sahab, you were trying to build the dream house for your daughter on a bedrock of lies. Sooner or later the impending waves of reality would have torn asunder’
Avinash was a lad belonging to the lower caste, deeply in love with Sapna, the daughter of an orthodox and opinionated Thakur Baldev Singh. For Baldev Singh, nothing matters more than holding his family's dogmatic traditions. After all, a family’s pride and reputation come fi
‘Thakur Sahab, you were trying to build the dream house for your daughter on a bedrock of lies. Sooner or later the impending waves of reality would have torn asunder’
Avinash was a lad belonging to the lower caste, deeply in love with Sapna, the daughter of an orthodox and opinionated Thakur Baldev Singh. For Baldev Singh, nothing matters more than holding his family's dogmatic traditions. After all, a family’s pride and reputation come first.
Red flowers of the Gulmohar tree were strewn all over the place as if a red carpet had been rolled out to welcome Sapna, his love.
Longing intently for Sapna at the rendezvous, Avinash's romantic thoughts transcend to a state of bliss. Poetry flows through his lips.
Let beheading act be so quick,
The truth prevailing must not die,
Lord, pardon thee for the sinful act,
And pardon thee for the sinful act.
Jorawar Singh and his love for Sapna is not unrequited, then what transpired? Will Jorawar succeed in his devious schemes? There is gunfire at the marriage venue, who was killed? Many questions are born as the gripping romantic suspense thriller interwoven with drama, action, and much more unfolds.
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