Sharing my Author Visiting Card (back / front) designed and printed by Fingerprint Publishing / Prakash Books. The book (CM’s M) is also now becoming available for purchase. Here’s one purchase avenue: http://www.uread.com Happy Reading!
AN EXTRACT FROM MY NEW BOOK Chief Ministers Mistress: When Detective Inspector Badrish Sharma uncovered the body, the man cried out and fell to his knees. He reached out and touched the woman’s face, then gasped at the chill of her skin, at the reality of death. He knelt beside her, pale, tears welling in … Read more
Five years ago, on this very day, I wrote the first line and first chapter of my first book “Deceivers”. Today, I’ve started a new chapter in life as a full-time Author @ self-employed. In the intervening 5 years, I’ve authored 16 books, featured in the Forbes list of Celebrity 100 Indian Authors, and been … Read more
As I work on the edits of my next book release, my mind takes a pleasant walk down memory lane….. Joygopal Podder is joygopal.podder on Facebook and writes on www.newdelhi.johntext.de. Contact him on email@example.com and read latest news about him and his books on http://marathonauthormasterofcrime.in/
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“Nisha….what I was saying was….was….how do you feel….you know….about….” he closed his eyes and then he opened them again, “….about marriage?”
There. He’d said it again. Asked THE question.
Nisha looked at him and nodded and said:
“Well, I’ve always wanted to get married. I suppose. But nobody’s ever asked me. Ah well!”
She lifted her glass of champagne and clinked his half-filled glass with it. And then it struck him. Oh God. She hadn’t understood. He’d screwed it up again! He hadn’t asked her properly! “What do you feel about marriage?” What kind of question was that? What was he thinking of?
Right. He had one last bash left in him. So he gave it all he had.
“No, Nisha, what I mean is: Would you marry me?” He paused, and then for emphasis added: “What I’m saying is: Will you marry me?” He spelt it out further: “Will….you….marry….me?”
Silence ensued. Even the air-conditioning units seemed to go into a respectful hush.