The Buddha Has Smiled

The Buddha Has Smiled

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In the frozen wilderness of Anchorage, Alaska, CIA Special Agent Jared Henderson is investigating a series of murders with nothing to link them except dead ends. Until a chance encounter with a mysterious woman in a hotel leads to a startling discovery and opens up an intriguing trail. It's a trail that puts him on a journey to conflict-torn Israel, civil war ruined Nigeria, and decaying post-industrial Japan where he uncovers a terrifying secret. A secret that ultimately makes him enter the dark and deep heart of India where a millennia old death cult is being revived by a group of fanatics convinced that the end of the world is at hand and they are the agents chosen by God to bring it about. Manned by an army of trained assassins, the cult is as invisible as it is immanent. Racing against time, Jared must reach the center of the conspiracy and unravel it before it's too late. Travelling across countries, continents and millenia, this is a thriller that'll keep you on tenterhooks.
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𝐏𝐭.𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐒 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⋆₊˚༺𖦹❖𖦹༻ ˚₊⋆ Silence surrounded me, as if this place existed outside of time itself. No sound at all except for my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. A single step onto that path could mean death. I stood still at the threshold, my hands gripping the rough, weathered stone of the open doors. I didn't step forward. And then; A whisper. Low. Soft. Almost- 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. "प्रिया हृदयेश्वरी... वे आप हमारे साथ आएगी ना? विक्रमात्मिका, मेरा समिक्षा |" ("Beloved Praneshwari [Soul's Queen/ Soul's Goddess].... won't you come with me? Vikramātmikā [Vikram's soul/essence/embodiment], My Samiksha.") The voice slid through the air, curling around my name with an unsettling familiarity. It was neither a demand nor a question. It simply... was. My heart pounded. My breath caught. Who was it? I turned my head sharply to the right. No one. Swallowing, I turned to the left; And there he stood. A figure, towering at least a feet above me. Gazing at me with those unreadable-Amber eyes. I gasped. And then I woke up. Gasping. Soaked in sweat. As if I had truly been there; lived it, breathed it, barely survived it. "Samiksha...", A voice - real - behind me. I turned. Vikram Rao Nandan. My alliance husband. Sat there... eyes the same burning, intense, but this time they burned like the ones in my dream. Before I could speak, he did. And his voice was different. Final. Like a verdict. "You and I are always meant to be, my beloved. Even if I have to hunt you down from the ends of the world... even from the depths of darkness itself. We belong together. 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 & his 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚- 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳."

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