Marie doesn’t believe in fairytales and needs no handsome prince to rescue her from misery – but everything changes when she falls in love with Crown Prince Christian of Taragonia. When his sister invites Marie to the palace, their lives collide and leave them both fighting their forbidden attraction.
Prince Christian has no place in his life for love or for a woman who doesn’t fit into the royal scheme of things. But vivacious Marie steals his heart and puts all he has lived for at stake. When the media gets wind of their affair, he has to make a difficult decision.
Will the unlikely couple have a chance at a happy ending?
His smile widened. For a moment, he seemed to be drinking her in, his gaze roving appreciatively over her body clad turquoise capris and a white polo shirt. She felt his gaze like a physical caress, driving her out of her mind, increasing the heat.
Name of the Book : LOVE: LOTS OF VOLATILE EMOTIONS
Author: Faraaz Kazi
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About The Author
The winner of the 2013 National Debut Youth Fiction Award and also the recipient of the YCOF National Excellence award in Creative Writing apart from being the first Indian author to win the coveted ‘Best Debut (Romance)’ title at the international Goodreads choice awards, Faraaz Kazi has been tagged as the ‘Nicholas Sparks of India’ by many and is rated amongst the top male romance writers in the country.A certified soft-skills trainer and a three-time post grad, Kazi is the Founder and CEO of DigiImprint Solutions, India’s first exclusive promotional agency for authors and artists that recently forayed into handling corporate brands. He also consults for a few public relations firms and publishing houses. Felicitated by numerous institutes, bodies and organizations alike, Kazi is a well-known name in the social media and literary fraternity. He is fondly referred to as ‘The Young Marketer’ and operates a revolutionary blog with the same name and writes for major media houses.
Kazi is a fellow member of the esteemed ‘Film Writers Association of India.’ Truly Madly Deeply, his debut mainstream romance novel is the only Indian book to have seven category nominations in the Goodreads annual readers’ choice awards and is also the only Indian book in the ‘Top 100 YA Global Fiction’ list. Kazi is a voracious reader and counts singing as his second love.
When Rubina Ramesh, a very dear friend and founder of The Book Club, suggested I do a guest post for TBC, I was quite hesitant. Understandably so, no? After all, writing about one’s addictions is as “naked” as one can get in one’s writings. But if you know Rubina then you also know her persuasion is a lovingly-camouflaged order. And you don’t say no to the one who is your inspiration and also a champion of your writing. So hey, here goes, my rendition of a Facebook Addiction:
THE FOOD OF THE HEART IS LOVE
Many years ago, I was a voracious eater of non-vegetarian food, but all that food made me sick. I gave it up.
I loved eating rice and could polish off two-three platefuls at a time. It made me very lethargic and lazy. I gave it up.
A box of mithai, received during weddings and festivals,became my territory. After others had a piece each there was an unspoken agreement that the rest would be eaten by me. And that too, within the next couple of hours. This was beginning to tell upon my girth and so this too I gave up.
Whenever a discussion took place about losing weight or giving up smoking/drinking, I had the ultimate solution to it, which I offered sanctimoniously: Just stop doing it.I had the answer to all addictions and felt very pleased with myself.
But such pompousness on the part of us human beings only invites the Universe to laugh at us, especially when we…Read the rest here.
(The idea of guest posts on Addictions came about when the book Marijuana Diaries:Stories on Addiction came out. It is an anthology of short fiction by 17 new and established writers and it explores addictions and its many manifestations. You can grab a copy here).
(This is an excerpt from one of the many books I am revising and rewriting. Might be a bit raw, hopefully. Your comments and feedback most welcome).
A group of eunuchs crowded around the gate and insisted on entering the venue.
Their jewel-toned sarees looked gaudier with the fake gold and coloured gemstone jewellery that embellished their ears and necks. Thick bangles of colored glass interspersed with gilded ones made clanging sounds as they slapped their palms against each other at a 90 degree angle, making a peculiar clapping sound.
The two burly security men at the gate, who would in normal circumstances be very proficient in throwing out any intruder or miscreant, seemed to be at their wit’s end. They looked sheepish and bit wary as the enuchs harangued them with curses even as they stood between the eunuchs and the gate.
‘Kya baat hain? What’s the matter?”
Sasha moved forward and accosted them. Her ears filled with the sound of her thudding heart and her palms were suddenly sweating a lot. She was wary of the eunuchs and a bit scared too, as they had a bad reputation for hurling curses at people who annoyed them and legend was that these curses often came true. An elderly-looking eunuch, the mildest – looking of the lot stepped forward.
“Baksheesh chaaiye. We want a gift. This is such a happy occasion. Your wedding anniversary, isn’t it? You must let us dance and entertain the guests.”
“I’m sorry, that is not possible. And it is not a wedding or a birth. This is just a wedding anniversary party. What is the need for dancing? Please go away.” Sasha spoke politely, silently willing them to leave. Now she was beginning to get worried because very soon all the guests would start arriving and it would not be very good form to have the hostess having a run-in with the eunuchs at the gates of the venue.
“No,no we will not leave without the baksheesh,” countered Pushpa, the elderly eunuch.
“Yes, yes,” echoed the other eunuchs in unison and then they started singing Hindi film songs.
“Okay, okay, here take two hundred rupees and go.”
“Ha, ha, do you think we are beggars? Sorry, we will not take anything less than twenty-one hundred rupees”, admonished Pushpa. She was clearly ready to drive a hard bargain.
“Cheats, they come in all colors, shapes and sizes. Why the hell should I pay her eleven hundred rupees? As if I am ecstatically happy with my marriage. It’s not even worth 500 rupees though I wonder how one can evaluate the worth of a marriage.” A mind-reader would have been shocked to hear these troublesome thoughts that passed through Sasha’s mind but none of that showed on her calm face.
“Five hundred and that’s my last offer.”
“May you have a long happy married life. May your children be blessed with a long and happy life. Twenty-one hundred and not a paisa less”.
“OK, there’s nothing much to cheer me about my marriage, but I will give you eleven hundred rupees because you gave good blessings to my daughter. Take it and leave or else I will be forced to call the police”.
At this there was a lot of shouting and discussing amongst the eunuchs before Pushpa acquiesced “Theeek hain. Okay, we will take the eleven hundred”.
A lot of singing of songs and circling of hands around Sasha’s head accompanied the handing over of cash to Pushpa.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Sasha turned around to enter the gate of the hotel.
“Beti, you will find a great love. Death, yes and then there will be pure love.”
Sasha spun around at these words and her eyes looked into the eyes of an old hag, wizened with age. Transvestite, woman or man, the ravages of time had wiped away all such demarcations. But, the eyes, they were as old as the earth, deep and wise, they seemed to be laughing at her.
Sasha’s heart started thumping. Death. This word registered in her mind. It sounded horrifying.
“And this old hag, wonder where she came from, I don’t remember seeing her, Why is she or is it he, whatever, why is it laughing at me?”
Just then the eunuchs boarded a passing taxi and left.