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The Age of Kali is a series of mythic fantasy novels by international bestselling novelist Falguni Kothari. The first book of the series, Soul Warrior, introduces readers to a fictional law-governed Cosmos made up of heavenly, demonic and human realms and its protagonist, Lord Karna, the legendary guardian of the Human Realm, who is coerced into training six godlings into demon hunters against a rising demon army. The series arc interlocks into a war of domination between the Light and Dark forces of the Cosmos and the race to control the one soul capable of total cosmic annihilation, demi-god Karna’s and Draupadi’s secret child.
 
 
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Praise for Soul Warrior:
 

“A beautiful exploration of fantasy and mythology, Soul Warrior (The Age of Kali) is the latest release from Falguni Kothari and by any stretch of the imagination she’s delivered an awesome story. Rich, enchanting, evocative, she effortlessly blends an ancient Indian epic and South Asian mythology with grace and quiet elegance to create the canvas upon which her miraculous world finds form…. Beautifully written and enviably imaginative, Soul Warrior proves an exemplary example of Fantasy Fiction. Definitely deserving of your attention it is recommended without reservation!”

   —Book Viral 



“I loved the writing which… hit that nice spot between being evocative and descriptive and still keeping the story moving….It has a huge cast of fascinating characters, a deep and rich world and definitely something I’m interested in following.”

   —Fangs for Fantasy 



“I loved the way Ms. Falguni has shown an eye for the details scattered throughout the novel…. Will I recommend this book? Oh yes, and be assured you will grab the next one too just to know more about the Soul Warrior.”

   —Global Asian Times 



“The plot is intriguing, much in the tradition of a modern thriller…. Precisely sketched and nuanced with quirky detail, the characters enrich the story they inhabit…. The vibrant characters in the multi-hued setting are the stuff superhero animation films are made of. Soul Warrior engrosses and enthralls. A thumping good read, I would say.”

   —Of Prose and Poetry blog 





Read an Excerpt:


SHUNYA: NOTHING AND EVERYTHING





Kuru Kshetra Battlefield.

        Day 17 of the Great Kuru War, seven thousand five hundred years ago.





Death is hot.



That surprises me. I’d imagined death as cold and brutal. Merciless. But in truth, death is hot as blood, and constant like a heartbeat.



Thrum. Thrum. Thrum. My lifeblood ebbs to the rhythm. My head ripped from its torso by Anjalika, the arrow of death that burns even now with the energy of the sun. Struck from behind like some novice. Felled in battle by that lily-livered usurper the Heavens smile upon—Prince Arjun. Brother Arjun.



What have I done?



I harness the thought. Cease all reflection and wrench free of my mortal body. I soar up, up into the gloaming, snapping the ties that tether me to life. Dead, I have no use for ties.



“A matter of perspective, Karna, O son of my godsire.” The unearthly words strum through the air, and I quiver like a plucked bowstring, overcome as much by the voice as its blasphemous claim. 



“Bonds of devotion nourish the soul, brother.”



There is that word again. Brother. Unpleasant laughter wells up in me. Alive, I am abandoned, denied my birthright—Celestial or royal. Death, it seems, changes everything.



A bright, nebulous light brings forth Lord Yama, the God of Death, atop his divine mount. His elephantine thighs ripple beneath a silken dhoti, ochre and crimson of color, as he guides the mammoth water buffalo to a halt. An iron medallion sways against the God’s powerful cerulean torso, its center stone an ethereal blood orange.



Hypnotic. Pulsing with life. I am drawn to the stone.



“Piteous waste,” Lord Yama mutters, surveying the carnage of war far below us.



I trace the trajectory of his gaze and behold the battered remains of my army drenched in the evidence of its mortality. Is it true? Have we died in vain?



Words form inside me and I will them out. “Shall we go, my lord?”



“Ha! Impatient to be judged, are you? Anxious to have your fate revealed?” asks the Judge of the Hell Realm. His red-black eyes burn with intelligence and compassion in a blue-tinged face that is long and lean and hard. “Rest easy, brother-warrior. You are not bound for the Great Courtroom.”

Not bound for Hell? Where then? Fear has eluded me for so long that I take a moment to recognize it. 



A hollow-bellied feeling it is, as annoying as a bone stuck in my throat.



“My lord, I have done bad deeds…terrible deeds in my life. I have waged wars, this horrendous bloodshed, and all because my pride could not—would not abide rejection. I have sinned. I must atone for my actions.”



Lord Yama smiles in a way I do not like. “You have redeemed yourself admirably, Karna. You forfeited your life for the greater good today. The deed far outweighs any misguided ones. Be at peace, brother, and enjoy the fruits of your karma.”



There is but one place to enjoy such fruits—the Higher Worlds.



I’d rather burn in Hell for eternity. I say so. “I won’t live amongst the Celestials.” Coexisting with the very souls who’ve spurned me is unthinkable. Watching her—for she would surely reside in Heaven soon—will be eternal torture.



Yama shakes his head, the horns on his crown slashing to and fro. “I thought you might say that. Relax. Your destiny lies elsewhere.”



“Am I to be reborn then? Am I to begin a new life, and forget the past?” Pain, sharp as a blade, lances through me at the thought. Forget my past? My family? Even her? Was that my punishment? To forget all that made me human?



It must be so. For have I not betrayed them as surely as I’ve betrayed my prince regent?



“Human rebirth is not your destiny, either. You are chosen, brother. Your war skills are needed for a higher purpose.” The God slips off his mount, his garments rustling in agitation. “This unjust war has pushed the Cosmos to the vortex of a cataclysm. Tomorrow, the Kuru War will end. Fearing its outcome, the Celestials rolled the Die of Fate and have unwittingly bestowed on Demon Kali untold powers.” Lord Yama bares his fangs in disgust at the foolish gamble. “Imagine the havoc that asura and his minions will wreak on the weak if left unchecked. The Human Realm must be safeguarded during Kali’s dark reign.”



I can imagine the horror only too well as I have battled with evil all my life. But I am done with wars. 

I am done with defeat. I won’t waste another lifetime fighting.



“With due respect, my lord, I am not the man for this task.”



“You are not a man at all,” Yama thunders, fists shaking. “You are the son of Surya, the Sun God. Accept that you are no ordinary soul.”



I say nothing. I think nothing. I feel something but I squash it down.



Lord Yama’s thick black brows draw together. “Demon Kali will try to pervade every particle of good that exists in the Cosmos, beginning with the corruptible Human Realm. Once he obliterates all of humanity, he’ll set his sights on the Celestials. Kali will not stop until he’s destroyed our way of life. But you can stop him. You are light to his darkness. Do you understand now why you had to betray him? Your beloved humans need you, Karna. I need you. Our father believes in you. Claim your rightful place in the Cosmos.”



Impatiently, Lord Yama removes the iron medallion from his neck and holds it out. The vermillion sunstone glows as if its soul is on fire. Nay! It is my soul that is on fire.



Indescribable energy curls through me. I gasp, though not in pain. I shudder and feel myself grow large, grow hot. Was this rebirth?



I am strong, full-bodied and lethal once more. Then I roar as light bursts forth from my very core and I throb with glorious, blinding power. When I come to myself, my world has changed again. Bubbles of color shimmer all around me: cobalt and saffron, azure and rose. By karma! They are souls. Infinite floating souls.



“Behold the spectrum of life: the worthy, the notorious, the righteous and the sinners.” The God of Death’s soul was a worthy sapphire blue with a tinge of silver. “Your duty, should you choose to accept the office of the Soul Warrior, is to hunt down the red-souled asuras and crush them. Whatever you decide, I wish you a long and successful Celestial existence, Karna,” Yama booms out and vanishes into the purpling sky.



The parley has stunned me. The world of color holds me in thrall. I was dead. Yet, now I am not. A new path lies before me. Unwanted, unwelcome, I insist on principle. I close my eyes. Open them to stare at the medallion cupped in my hand—a golden-hued hand at once familiar and not—and know myself for a fool. I do want this. It’s what I am.



Bastard-born. Rebel. Son. Husband. Father. Warlord. And protector. I fist the talisman, buoyed by its concrete warmth. This is who I am.



I am the Soul Warrior.

 
 
About the Author:
 
 
Falguni Kothari is a New York-based South Asian author and an amateur Latin and Ballroom dance silver medalist with a semi-professional background in Indian Classical dance. She’s published in India in contemporary romance with global e-book availability; Bootie and the Beast (Harlequin Mills and Boon) and It’s Your Move, Wordfreak! (Rupa & Co.), and launches a mythic fantasy series with Soul Warrior (The Age of Kali, #1)I’m embarrassed to admit how many social media accounts I own :

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IF YOU NEVER TRY, YOU WILL NEVER KNOW
by
Sahil Mehta
 
 
 
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Robin, who gets inspired by his mother to become a musician, is forced by his father to pursue the education needed to join their family business. This compels him to leave home at the age of eighteen to follow his dreams. In few months of independent living, his over-ambitious dreams turn into an obsession, which gets even more intense when he falls into a drug addiction, and mysteriously unleashes a new side to his life.
 
During this journey, he meets Aisha. They talk, play and fall in love. Her exquisite beauty defines the melody of his musical journey as they both fall deep in love with each other. But Robin’s obsession with his dream and a struggling career become an obstacle in their relationship. Is their love strong enough to overcome complexities?
 
During these tumultuous times, Robin’s flat mate Jordan begins to motivate him to follow his heart. Jordan becomes his philosopher and guru but not for very long-what makes Robin lose trust in him? Discover how he finds a spiritual path after being disheartened during his struggle to achieve success.
 
Amidst the ups and downs in his career, love and life, find out what destiny holds for Robin. Will he find success in music industry or will he end up joining his father’s business? Experience a thrilling story that will inspire you to believe in your love and dreams.
 
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IF YOU NEVER TRY, YOU WILL NEVER KNOW by Sahil Mehta is a good book to read .

Sahil Mehta has painted his book    with right emotions in perfect measure .

He has made a nice tasting jalebi out off his imagination.

The character of Robin Gupta and his relationships with different people   in  his life has been beautifully essayed.

 

You can find an instant connection, when you  read the father – son’s conversation.

Robin’s  father is a perfect  role model for all  .

I loved the ending verses of Robin Gupta wear  he feels grateful for his father’s wisdom.

 

Overall the book is a mixture of  different types and kinds  of love .

I love the way in which  Robin Gupta reaches his goal of composing music.

 

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Saree

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Ashviinii′s eyes falls on a sari  shop  ,

Kris gives her a mocking stare when she instructs him to take her there  ,

Ashviinii looks at him with a puppy face as she orders him  ,

Smiling at her Kris gives in ,

Kissing her lips and forehead ,

Kris proceeds future  and purchases ,

2 different colored saris,

one Georgette and other cotton as a surprise gift .

 

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BOOK BLITZ of The Untold Stories by Ridhi Drolia

 

Print Length: 109 pages
Publication Date: June 26, 2017
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Language: English
Genre: Romance 
 

 

 

Love comes in different forms. But in all its forms, it comes with various challenges. Only those who can combat those challenges are true lovers.The Untold Story is the tale of Vihaan and Riaa. Vihaan falls for Riaa’s charms at first sight and brings to her life crazy adventures and madness. They soon emerge as two hearts with one soul and their intimate fantasies begin to unravel in exotic places.

Their bond experience more downs than ups. These unexpected twists and turns bring Vihaan and Riaa closer and their romantic tale turn into one of lifetime bonding.

The story takes a drastic turn after the lovely couple is blessed with a baby boy. It should be a joyous moment, but instead, haunting memories of Vihaan’s own childhood break out as a fresh wound in his mind.

Read the novel to know what could make a father unhappy in the happiest moment of his life and how he combats his fear. 

 
 
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“The passion of writing is deep rooted in my blood. 
 
After completing my Global Business Management certification from Indian Institute of Management, Calcutta, I joined hands with a few of my friends to start my first venture. 
 
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Mommy’s Little Girl

Simit  and Saarya′ s little angel  is  born out of an emotionless bond ,

Creating  a stir in Saarya′ s heart  as to what will be their future ,

The little girl′s pure touch forces her to keep  the little girl′s name as ‘Saatwika’,

Saatwika means peace and calm in Saarya‘s dictionary .

 

Saatwika growth now  creates a stir in Simit′s being ,

He begin to tour a lot ,

As being in daughter Saatwika′s presence  guilt of ditching them runs through his veins ,

Seeing this side of him Saarya feels at peace ,

Life moves on in lighting speed ,

By making Saatwika whatever Saarya wanted make out of her ,

After Saatwika′s marriage ,

Saarya  tells Simit to remarry  her ,

Simit brushes her lips with a passionate kiss and asks her  ‘When?’,

‘Now’ Saarya says ,

Hmm…. Simit  raising his eyes brows  and  stares at her  in contemplation .

Saatwika laughs at her father Simit′s expression ,

Simit laughs a loud ,

Saarya too joins him  in his  laughs ,

By giving him the joyous  feeling  of being ‘Saatwika ka   Papa’ .

 

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V2 ki Shaadi

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Vivek and Vrinda are called as V2,

It sound like Vi2  for VRinda ,

And for VIvek it sounds  like Vru2.

Both laugh at each other ,

Vi2 looking into Vru2 eyes says “ MARRY ME !”,

You are too direct Mr. Vi2 !,

So vouch.

Are you not waiting for this day Vru2 ?,

Vi2 questions ,

Kissing Vi2 lips she nods ,

By making him hug Vru2 tightly with unsaid emotions,

As Shaadi is a special bond between two special friends .

 

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Sanheeta

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Princess Sanheeta shivers ,

As Saaket her pasts appears in darbhar,

Maharajah  this is ….Saaket my friend from Mumbai,

Ah to keep your hands in pocket is new fashion trend isn′t it Mr.Saaket ?,

Maharajah queers,

Umm..I am sorry your majesty ,

I  love your daughter Sanheeta  your highness ..,

And want to ask her hand in marriage.

Gutsy guy ,

You look  like some gypsy  guy ,

Ha I thought so….,Saaket says ,

But I will take my love from this place in front of you all and nobody will come to know,

Dramebaaz Sanheeta mutters softly ,

Her mother laughs and hugs her ,

Prince Saaket why you are here ?,

Maharani I am here to provoke your daughter and prove my love to her ,

Saaket you are Dramebaaz according to her ,

Her mother Chandralekha mutters in his ears ,

Seeing this friendship between Saaket and Maharani ,

Maharaja understands prince Saaket′s plan..,

And smiles to himself ..looking at his daughter princess  Sanheeta knowingly  .

 

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Sweety