Into The Shadows by Aayush Borulkar (smart ebook reader txt) 📗

Into The ShadowsAayush Borulkar

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Contents

Acknowledgment

About the Author

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Acknowledgment

I would like to start by thanking my mom and dad. Without their confidence and belief, publishing this book would have remained a dream. I will always remain grateful to them for the kind of upbringing they provided me with. I would really like to thank my younger sister who has helped me every step of the way.

I would also like to thank the team at White Falcon Publishing, who helped me publish the book. Especially Priya Sahu, who guided me smoothly through the publishing process with constant support from her team.

And lastly, I would like to thank all the people that have been a part of my life till now and had an impact on my life directly or indirectly.

About the Author

I am 22 years old, a graduate in Management Studies. This is my second book and my first undertaking at writing fiction. My first book, “When Blob Meets the Ocean”, was a non-conventional self-help book which was published in December of 2019 and is available on all leading e-commerce websites.

I was always captivated by the beautiful fictional world created by many of the authors that have impacted my life. Authors like Stephen King, George Orwell, Enid Blyton and many more, have moulded my childhood and played a major role in growing my inclination towards writing. As a teenager I used to enjoy writing short stories, be it in school essays or any writing competition. So I believe, all of this cumulated to pave my way in becoming an author. What started off as a lockdown project has now turned into a full-fledged book.

Hope the story and the premise of this book enthrals you.

Happy Reading!!

Chapter 1

“Sutro se mili jankaari ke anusar, mahshoor TV star Revati Khanna ki maut ke piche aur kisi ka nahi balki usi ke pati ka haath tha. Pehle jo…

“Could you turn that off, Malini? These media people have to be sued once and for all. They just keep feeding us gibberish, and we happily buy it,” said a man, sipping his whiskey standing near the television.

“Oh, what happened now, Rishikesh?” Malini asked, getting comfortable on the couch with a glass of wine. “And why would you say that…

“Given that his wife is an anchor for a news channel,” interrupted Sagrika walking in with a glass of whiskey. “He still thinks that all the news we relay, are always blown out of proportion,” she continued sitting beside Malini.

“Yes, but it is true, after all. Rai ka pahad banane ke adat tho hai,” he smirked, taking the last sip from the glass.

“We are only the messengers, my love. We don’t create any news, we only telecast it. That’s all. But if it gets overblown in that process, we are not to be blamed,” explained Sagarika, smiling. As usual Rishikesh did not buy anything that she said.

Rishikesh and Sagarika had been married for 12 years now but he had never seconded any of Sagarika’s opinion about any news channel’s authenticity. They were an odd couple because, one was a left-wing activist and other was an anchor for a news channel who was pretty inclined towards the right-wing.

Malini could sense some tension between the two but chose not to interfere as the couple was staring at each other for a while. But then again, this tension between them wasn’t a new thing. They had been married for over a decade now, but they did not have any children because both of them had different priorities when it came to raising a family together. But now, these disagreements were a regular thing, and for such stark opposite personalities to remain married for 12 years was a miracle in itself.

“Where is Arnav, your writer husband?” asked Rishikesh, abruptly turning his gaze to Malini.

“Oh, I have no idea. Arnav might be in his study,” she answered.

“In his study!? Shouldn’t he be with us here, given that it’s your 13th wedding anniversary? And it is almost time to cut the cake,” said Sagarika glancing at her wristwatch.

“I’ll go and find him,” said Rishikesh seeing a confused look on Malini’s face.

It was the 13th anniversary of the Sethi’s. Arnav was a budding author with two novels under his belt, and Malini was a Pediatrician. They had a 12-year-old daughter named Sania, who had just completed her 8th grade and was busy with her friends. The whole house was in a state of happy chaos as laughter of the guests echoed in the house of the Sethi’s. Amidst the soft and mellow music in the background, Sania and her friends ran in and out the rooms, further dampening the music due to their commotion. The table was set, and so was the whole mood of the house. The only thing that was missing was…Arnav, the budding author.

“Sethi Saahab,” said Rishikesh knocking on the half-opened door. “Everyone is waiting for you in the living room. The cake is ready, and so is everybody,” he added, entering the room.

On entering the room, he saw a stout man sitting on the bed looking out of