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I wonder if the recent surgical strikes by the Indian forces in Pakistan-occupied Kashmir (POK) were as action-packed as this extract from our thriller 'Indian in Pakistan': When my mobile alarm went off (with a lowered volume), according to the plan, I got ready to fire. But the deafening sounds of rockets exploding on impact reverberated throughout the valley. I found it difficult to keep my hands steady to shoot and bided my time. And when I finally did fire, mine was one of the last rockets to take off. It did find its target though and added to the stupendous scale of devastation that had happened in just over a minute or so. More than twenty rockets had been fired in all, although there had also been a couple of misfires and at least one of them had gone totally wide off the mark. Plumes of smoke, huge fires and scattered debris could be clearly seen from our strategic positions despite the presence of dust clouds all around. Panicky me...

I'm really fed up of the gutter level of politics we have seen this parliamentary session. What else can you expect when many of our MPs have been accused of murder, rape and kidnapping! We need to keep both the morons and criminals away from the sanctity of our parliament houses. Let's vote in more honest business leaders, sportsmen, social activists and broadminded people. In my opinion, our parliamentarians should be banned from debating. They should work for just 1 day per session and pass or dump bills without debate. Even the speeches of big politicians like Rahul Gandhi, Smriti Irani and Narendra Modi lacked depth, being basically 'Tu-Tu Mein-Mein' speeches laced with mudslinging and hollowness - but praised by their fans....Rahul and Modi made a feeble attempt at standup comedy, which sounded hilarious to their desperate fan clubs. One of the gems from Rahul Gandhi was "I will speak. But they will not ...

(An Extract from Indians in Pakistan, the Action Thriller on terrorism) ‘It was all my fault,’ I said frankly. ‘I was blind then but now I see the truth. You were right and I was wrong.’ ‘Mother would have been happy to see you,’ he told me, sadly.  ‘Too bad she’s not around.’ ‘Wh - where is she?’ I asked, looking around frantically for her. ‘It’s too late,’ he said. ‘She’s no longer in this world.’ ‘Mother, mother,’ I continued, not heeding him. ‘Mother where are you?’ ‘She’s dead, dear brother. She’s in heaven now.’ ‘No, it cannot be. She cannot die! I need to tell her how much I love her. I need to tell her how sorry I am for walking away. I wanted to introduce her to Najma, my wife. I wanted to - ’ Words failed me at that moment and I sank to my knees. There were plenty of kind words from everyone around but there was nothing that could console me – not even the beautiful hands of Najma wrapped around my neck. I was truly inconsolable. Visit the Fan Page of this exciting nov...

(An Extract from Indians in Pakistan, the Action Thriller on terrorism) ‘It was all my fault,’ I said frankly. ‘I was blind then but now I see the truth. You were right and I was wrong.’ ‘Mother would have been happy to see you,’ he told me, sadly.  ‘Too bad she’s not around.’ ‘Wh - where is she?’ I asked, looking around frantically for her. ‘It’s too late,’ he said. ‘She’s no longer in this world.’ ‘Mother, mother,’ I continued, not heeding him. ‘Mother where are you?’ ‘She’s dead, dear brother. She’s in heaven now.’ ‘No, it cannot be. She cannot die! I need to tell her how much I love her. I need to tell her how sorry I am for walking away. I wanted to introduce her to Najma, my wife. I wanted to - ’ Words failed me at that moment and I sank to my knees. There were plenty of kind words from everyone around but there was nothing that could console me – not even the beautiful hands of Najma wrapped around my neck. I was truly inconsolable. Visit the Fan Page of this exciting nov...

(An Extract from Indians in Pakistan, the Action Thriller on terrorism) ‘It was all my fault,’ I said frankly. ‘I was blind then but now I see the truth. You were right and I was wrong.’ ‘Mother would have been happy to see you,’ he told me, sadly.  ‘Too bad she’s not around.’ ‘Wh - where is she?’ I asked, looking around frantically for her. ‘It’s too late,’ he said. ‘She’s no longer in this world.’ ‘Mother, mother,’ I continued, not heeding him. ‘Mother where are you?’ ‘She’s dead, dear brother. She’s in heaven now.’ ‘No, it cannot be. She cannot die! I need to tell her how much I love her. I need to tell her how sorry I am for walking away. I wanted to introduce her to Najma, my wife. I wanted to - ’ Words failed me at that moment and I sank to my knees. There were plenty of kind words from everyone around but there was nothing that could console me – not even the beautiful hands of Najma wrapped around my neck. I was truly inconsolable. Visit the Fan Page of this exciting nov...

(An Extract from Indians in Pakistan, the Action Thriller on terrorism) ‘It was all my fault,’ I said frankly. ‘I was blind then but now I see the truth. You were right and I was wrong.’ ‘Mother would have been happy to see you,’ he told me, sadly. ‘Too bad she’s not around.’ ‘Wh - where is she?’ I asked, looking around frantically for her. ‘It’s too late,’ he said. ‘She’s no longer in this world.’ ‘Mother, mother,’ I continued, not heeding him. ‘Mother where are you?’ ‘She’s dead, dear brother. She’s in heaven now.’ ‘No, it cannot be. She cannot die! I need to tell her how much I love her. I need to tell her how sorry I am for walking away. I wanted to introduce her to Najma, my wife. I wanted to - ’ Words failed me at that moment and I sank to my knees. There were plenty of kind words from everyone around but there was nothing that could console me – not even the beautiful hands of Najma wrapped around my neck. I was truly inconsolable. Visit the Fan Page of this...