Shantaram A Novel Novels & Stories

The amber eyes seemed less mysterious now, more like a benevolent guardian watching over their new beginning. As they locked the apartment door behind them, Shantali felt a profound sense of satisfaction as the story reached its natural conclusion. Not the desperate need for more chapters, but the peaceful certainty that this particular tale had found its proper ending. Tomorrow, she would help Maria navigate her own crossroads. Next week, they would begin their new life together in earnest. Someday her novel would find its way to someone else who needed to read about choosing love over fear. But tonight, walking hand in hand with David through the autumn streets toward their shared future,

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

Samantha I get home, slip off my shoes, and open a bottle of white wine. I need this after the day I’ve had. I went to four other job interviews after the one at Maxwell Publishing. They were all brutal. Each one had wall-to-wall women who looked like models applying for the jobs. The job market is tough right now, so I have no idea what my chances are of getting a call back. I take a seat on my couch with my glass of wine in hand. I place the glass of wine in my hand on the couch, making sure not to spill as I lie back and close my eyes.

Samar replied. Amarnath pinched the bridge of his nose. Satya Shetty was a small fish from Hyderabad, who had started dealing with them on a very small level. He was a middle-aged man with a mean ambitious streak and surprisingly loyal members of his family doubling up as his gang members. And now he wanted a piece of pie in Mumbai operations. Amarnath knew he was much powerful than Satya Shetty and even if he exerts all his resources, it will take Shetty a decade to become a danger to his empire. But then, the rift that was deepening every day between Kunal and Samar, was a gaping weakness that was not hidden from anyone. Especially not their enemies. Sometimes Amarnath cursed his dead son

Navya pouted her lips," I haven't seen you in quite some time, you had been away all month to Shambhala, I missed you." Shambala had been a thorn in their side for the last four years. They captured the country, but they could not kill the spirit of the people in it. They had been facing constant rebellions, attempted coups, even assassination attempts. The country was in shambles, its people starving but they were not ready to submit. They were sure that one day, their lost princesses would come back. In a corner of his heart, he hoped so as well. Even though he knew she would hate him.

Joy was crying out aloud. "Joy. Take a deep breath, Calm down."Christ was holding her daughter’s hands. "Do you still remember the story I told you about the Habitat of Shamans?" "Of course I do. You never stopped talking about it when I was young." For as long as Joy could remember, her father loved to tell her about all kinds of legends about the Habitat of Shamans, an ancient and mysterious wonderland. She recalled that there were also Shamans who could understand cat’s language. Joy looked at her father and turned round to look at Baby, it occurred to her that her bedtime story had come true.

When evening came I prepared some nice chapatis and beef stew. The anxiety in me was sky high as I anticipated for an evening of passion with my Shamba boy who seemed so promising. I even made sure to wear provocatively so that my curves would be so evident to try to see if I would win over Ken with physical appeal. I was seated on the coach watching some nice bongo movies when I heard a soft knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat. “Come in!” I said instinctively and held my breath to see who would come in. I did not even turn as I just wanted it to be a surprise to my psychology.

"It’s a big city. It’s just a coincidence." But my heart was hammering against my ribs. That place held too many ghosts. Back at the hotel, I couldn’t sleep. I sat by the window, staring out at the glittering New York skyline, feeling like a target. Alexander knocked softly on the connecting door. "Can’t sleep?" He came in with two cups of chamomile tea. "I feel like someone is watching me," I admitted. "Maybe I’m just being paranoid." "Isabella, you’re still healing from a profound trauma," Alexander said, sitting beside me. "It’s normal to feel this way."

“When was it?” “On the 4th of this month. Just at exactly twelve a.m.” Antonio curses, simmering beside me. He takes the empty seat beside me and roams his gaze over the men. “Shark and I had a deal we’re both working on, a shipment that was supposed to be sent to Prague, but the delivery was hijacked by some unknown men…” Gasps and murmurs sweep through rooms. My mind runs a mile a minute in thought, wondering what’s actually happening.