Truthfully Yours

NEW BOOK - SERIES

Book of Shakti Singhania



Shakti Singhania, a twenty-five year old renowned lawyer. Heartbroken. Lost his father, mother and his lover. After facing lot of losses since his childhood, the only motivation he had for living was his mother's words. The depth of the words driven him to find every evidence to prove his father's innocence and that he's not a son of a rapist, as said by the villagers.

Losing his heart to the girl next door, he lost her to death. His love died even before it gets a chance to start blooming.

But what will he do after completing the task he wanted to; losing the reason for living his life? Will he become a living dead or Will there be another reason again to keep him alive? Or he live his life willingly?

The reason comes as a task or a person?

What if the person swirls his life to a complete turn in a good way or bad way? What if their existence consumes his whole life making him depend on them only?



Stay tuned to know the whole story.
This story is prompted to be released on/before October.

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PROMO

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Shakti Singhania

"Shakti, leave him!"

I paused my punches over that bastard's face as I turned to meet the person. Arsalan Ahmed, ACP officer of our city and he's my bestfriend.

"You're going to kill him at this pace." he said worriedly as I turned back to the filth.

I don't know what took over me but as soon as my eyes fell on him, I was already striding towards him and my fists landed on his face. Before he could thrash on the floor, I grabbed him by collars in one fist and the other punched his face mercilessly.

Heck I'd show mercy for this spawn of a bitch.

"Arrest him!" Arsalan said to the police team as he grabbed me away from the accused. I glared at him with my clenched jaws and tightened fists.

A two thousand kilograms of drugs were seized along with black money. So this bastard needed a income tax raid too.

I marched around the old godown and looked at the police helping the women who were held hostage in this eery place. My eyes welled up as I turned away from them. They were injured and in a bad shape that I wanted to kill that bastard right now with my own hands. The women cannot even walk properly. And one of them were a fifteen-year-old girl.

She was about to crash down but I ran towards her and held her. My mobile slipped off but I carried her out and placed her safely in the van. I turned to the paparazzi.

"Please don't record them and leave them alone!" I said as I pushed few of them away. They started querying me.

When I returned to retrieve my mobile, I took it and placed it in my pocket before I heard a noise of some shuffling.

I looked at the person who stood there like a deer caught in headlight. It was a woman, not properly dressed and had blood on her forehead and wrists.

"I'm sorry, I'll bring you some dress." I said but she didn't seem to hear me.

I heard her fast stride towards the open window without any bars. She tried to jump off but I held her hand. She shrieked.

"L-leave me p-please.." She begged with croaked voice.

My eyes filled reminiscing my parents. I tightened the hold I held on her wrists. My lips automatically moved and I heard myself saying,

"Never!"

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Book of Vansh Singhania



Menacing.

Deadly.

Dangerous.

Being born to powerful Singhanias, losing parents as a newborn, losing a home and everything didn't inflict any such things to him.

But, being raised by a fearless, caring, kind and respectful person, his brother, his MUMMY, Vir Singhania and losing him to inequitable death at a young age made him to be.

It inflicted unbearable pain into him. He became bloodthirsty for the people who are involved in his brother's death; snatched the warm soul, loving heart, and the person who calls him his 'little smurf'.

Bloodthirsty than vampires.
Cunning than warlocks.
His life isn't a fairytale but a deadly saga.
The king of dark world.
As fearless as a tiger.
His being is matchless.

His existence means the ultimate death of those who fucked his life when he was young.

He'll hunt them down and kill them inevitably. Their death is written on his fate and who's he to change that.

Loneliness is not his weakness. It's where he guzzle the power from. Loneliness is his game where he's the master.

What will happen when a cheat code enters his game? His silent loneliness is completely ruined by her pleasant giggles. His high wall destroyed btick-by-brick by her soft palm. His goals changing inevitably.

He is the thunderstorm in the middle of the ghastly ocean.
She is the calm breeze in a pleasant seashore.

Will this thunderstorms ever halt to a calm breeze? Or will cause an inexorable disaster?



To be released after second book of the series.
Stay tuned.

Thank you so much!!
Love you all.
- Belle