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This Tinder Date Ends in Murder – Read the Chilling Details!

From a dating app match to a suitcase on a highway—Swipe Right to Kill takes you deep into the twisted true-crime story of the Jaipur Tinder Murder. Anirban Bhattacharyya unravels how Priya Seth and her accomplices spun a web of deceit, leading to a chilling betrayal that shook the nation.

Get ready for a ride through the dark side of love, lies, and murder.

Swipe Right to Kill
Swipe Right to Kill || Anirban Bhattacharyya

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2 May 2018, Wednesday

 

What Priya had been holding off for the past two months as bait was now offered to Dushyant, aka Vivan Kohli, on a platter. The date for consummating their relationship was set as 2 May 2018.

 

Dushyant was overjoyed. He was finally going to ‘score’. Dushyant planned for the day, which included the alibi he would give his family if they questioned him. Priya had told him that she would call him up and tell him where to meet her and then they would go to her house. At this time all Dikshant and Lakshya knew was that Priya had identified a target from whom she would extort the money to pay the lakhs that Dikshant owed, and also to fund their life for the next few months. Lakshya, who was Dikshant’s childhood friend, became privy to the real Priya and her real occupation, once Dikshant was made aware. Lakshya too stayed back and did not run away. He too wanted to enjoy the good life that Priya’s dubious earnings offered.

 

When Priya revealed that she was going to be bringing Vivan home that day, there was an air of nervousness tinged with excitement at Eden Garden. Dikshant was suddenly alert as it dawned on him that he was staring at the point of no return!

 

When Priya had first shared the plan of kidnapping somebody for ransom, Dikshant had baulked for an instant, according to the police. But he too saw the ‘merit’ in this shortcut to acquire money in an instant. He wanted to erase his debts as soon as possible.

 

At 5 p.m., Priya asked Dikshant to call Lakshya to their Eden Garden flat. At this point, Lakshya had no clue what was about to unfold that evening. Priya primed them with drinks and ganja. Soon, they were high and happy. At approximately 6 p.m., Priya messaged Dushyant, setting in motion the dastardly plan. She told him that she would meet him below Bhaskar Pulia, Tonk Road at around 7.30 p.m.

 

Dushyant was back from work and relaxing when the call came in. He sprang up for a shower and started getting dressed. His wife, Bittu, found this rather unusual because once her husband returned home from work, he usually didn’t go out again.

 

‘Kahan ja rahe ho?’ (Where are you going?) Bittu asked him. Dushyant avoided looking his wife in the eye and hurriedly said, ‘Urgent kaam hai’ (There is urgent work) as he slipped into his Nike sneakers.

 

‘Nikki beta, what work do you have in the night? You have just come back home!’

 

Rameshwar joined in the conversation. Dushyant’s pet name was Nikki. Even his father thought that this was unusual behaviour.

 

Dushyant realized he had to make a credible excuse to get his family off his back. And so he did. ‘One of the company vehicles carrying sand from the river has been seized by the police. You know how the police keep targeting mining companies . . .’

 

That seemed to do the trick. And for good measure, he added, ‘I will be back in an hour.’

 

‘Papa, I am taking your car.’ With that, at 7 p.m. on 2 May 2018, Dushyant walked out of his Shivpuri Extension home in Jaipur for the final time. He got into his father’s Hyundai i10 and drove off.

 

Priya knew their lives were about to change forever. She had already manifested the riches and money that the scamwould bring them. She was very proud of the way she had handled Vivan so far, the way she had seduced him, kept him dangling and convinced him she wasn’t after his money. This was going to be her lottery ticket—the biggest payload. She called him up to ensure he was on his way. Dushyant was excited. On his way, he stopped at a medical store and bought a packet of condoms. He then stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of red wine. He wanted the night to be as romantic as possible. Priya called him up again.

 

‘Yes, yes, I am on my way.’ Hearing this, Priya left her flat at approximately 7 p.m. for the rendezvous. While Priya was gone, Dikshant narrated the plan to
Lakshya. Lakshya was immediately nervous and did not want to get involved, ‘We will let him go, right? After we get the money?’

 

Priya had hatched a new story for Lakshya. She had tutored Dikshant to tell Lakshya that this ‘target’ was a man who was harassing and troubling her, and therefore they would extract money from him as punishment. Dikshant assured him it was going to be a simple operation.

 

‘We will keep him hostage and demand a ransom. Once we receive the money, we will let him go . . .’

 

Lakshya relaxed a bit.

 

Meanwhile, at approximately 7.45 p.m., Priya called up Vivan aka Dushyant, giving him directions as to where she was waiting. When Dushyant picked her up, both were excited to see each other. Dushyant was excited in anticipation of the passionate night that lay ahead, while Priya was excited about the money she would have within the next few hours!

 

Priya sat in the car and smiled at Dushyant, who seemed unable to hide his excitement.

 

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The Moment that Changed Everything : Aakash Meets Mr. Khanna

Straight from the writer of Om Shanti Om comes Secrets Within—a thriller that will keep you up all night. Meet Aakash, a visionary architect, who lands a dream project to redesign a grand mansion for the wealthy Mr. Khanna. But behind the mansion’s opulent facade lies a web of secrets and hidden agendas.

 

Read this exclusive excerpt to find out about Aakash’s fate when he meets Mr. Khanna for the first time.

 

Secrets Within
Secrets Within || Mushtaq Shiekh

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Suddenly, the door opened and a well-groomed man, standing at about 6 feet and dressed in a black suit, with neatly combed hair and shiny black shoes, entered the conference room. As he sat down at the other end of the table, Aakash kept looking at the door, waiting for it to work around its hinges to open and close as more people poured in. The door stayed shut. It was just him and the wellgroomed man. The man cleared his throat, alerting Aakash to begin his presentation. The presentation was slightly shaky at the beginning, but Aakash found his confidence as the slides passed. He had forgotten about the swollen cheek, the receptionist and the wall he felt pushed against. The weirder bit came in when the well-groomed man did not respond immediately to the presentation. It took him about fifteen minutes of silence and mental calculations to announce, ‘Good work.’

 

‘So, how do we proceed?’

 

‘We have to meet the boss now. He would like to have a word with you before the contract is signed.’

 

The information surprised Aakash. He said, ‘I thought you were . . .’

 

‘I am not sure how relevant your thoughts are, Mr Aakash. Now if you could kindly follow me,’ said the well-groomed man curtly.

 

Aakash had always had a problem with authority, but he surprised himself by following the man’s instructions. He followed him out of the conference room as he passed by the receptionist, who smiled at him, and got into the lift. The lift stopped and they walked to the office driveway. They waited in silence with Aakash itching to ask questions about their commute. Before he could ask, a limousine pulled over in front of them. Aakash was so intimidated by the size of the car that it left his mouth open. The chauffeur opened the back door of a shiny imported Cadillac for an awestruck Aakash. The luxury interiors of the car gave him goosebumps—the velvet-laden seats were so soft on the skin that it lured him to sleep before he could explore the endless features of the car. His sleep was barely disturbed by the sun as the window shades were pulled up. By the time Aakash woke up, he couldn’t tell where he was. He turned to the left, right and back for a glimpse of the location.

 

It was just a long road with landscaped areas on both sides. Aakash was only able to occasionally spot an old sculpture on the verge of falling apart at sparse distances. Where were they taking him? He frantically looked for identifying markers and found none. An hour later, the driver pulled the door open. Outside, another surprise awaited him. A massive structure from ages ago stood in front of him that could easily pass for a castle from the past. The multi-storey structure had been done with stone, lending to the castle feel. He couldn’t gauge more details from outside as the well-groomed man rushed him into the interiors, where he was further hurried to a lift. Aakash was certain that the flooring was marble and that he had caught sight of a couple of valuable art pieces on the wall. He couldn’t imagine what they intended to do with rebuilding an already magnificent house.

 

The well-groomed man barely gave Aakash any time to enjoy the prized possessions while Aakash had lost count of the doors they passed. A double door opened to a darkly lit room, except for the middle. The billiards table was extremely well-lit from an angular source of light. Aakash heard the noise of the ball hitting the solid wood and falling into a pocket.

 

‘He is here,’ announced the well-groomed man for the benefit of the gentleman who had been playing the game with devout concentration. The man stood
at about 5’ 8’’, had a lean body type and was dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves pulled up and black trousers.

 

‘Hello, Mr Aakash.’

 

‘Hello, Mr Khanna.’

 

‘Been hearing good things about your presentation,’ said Mr Khanna as he arranged his billiard sticks neatly on to the holder.

 

‘Thank you. I would love to show it again to you personally,’ replied Aakash in an eager-to-please voice and reached for his laptop.

 

‘That would not be necessary, Mr Aakash.

 

You should reserve the presentations for the ones who are willing to be pleased by numbers, figures and stats.’

 

Aakash was slightly perplexed.

 

‘Numbers are about profits and losses. What I am looking at is something which falls above profits and losses. I am looking for something for people to
marvel at. Like Gatsby.’

 

‘You have a place that already rivals Gatsby’s, sir.’

 

Mr Khanna chuckled at the compliment. ‘You should reserve your flattery, Mr Aakash.’

 

Aakash felt a little lame at his compliment being shot down mercilessly.

 

‘I am confident that the money offered in the contract is more than what the task demands, so I would like to put forth a caveat before we sign our
contract.’

 

A catch? That sounded bad. A catch has never been a good thing, thought Aakash to himself.

 

‘You will be given our garden area and the terrace that overlooks it to give us an idea of what you are capable of.’

 

That did not sound like a catch. Aakash agreed immediately, ‘Absolutely, sir! I am sure that my work will not leave you looking for another architect.’

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Get to know your author – A factual glimpse into Bilal Siddiqi

Bilal Siddiqi, a shining star among the young authors has authored four novels. His fifth – The Phoenix – is an exciting new release, hot off the press and will transport you into a world of secret missions, uncertain loyalties and retribution.

Siddiqi is a fan of the world of espionage and thrillers. His novel The Bard of Blood has been adapted into a Netflix series.

 

Upon the release of his new book, we bring you some fascinating facts about the dazzling author who has brought us one nail-biter after another.

 

1. His first novel was called The Bard of Blood, which he wrote he was 19 years old. It was published when he was 20.

 

2. It wasn’t only James Bond, Robert Ludlum and Fredrick Forsyth that drew him to the genre of the spy thriller. His interest in studying the patterns of religious conflict and the roots of extremism drove him to write The Bard of Blood

 

3. He is an avid reader, and loves fiction.

 

4. Not only did Bollywood actor Emraan Hashmi star in the Netflix adaptation of The Bard of Blood but he also co-authored The Kiss of Life with Siddiqi (bet you didn’t know this one!)

 

5. Siddiqi enjoyed reading Shakespeare in college.

 

6. The first and only advance copy that Penguin India gave Siddiqi was presented to him by Shah Rukh Khan.

 

7. Siddiqi is not bound by genre. He likes to write in different styles. The Bard of Blood was a spy thriller, The Kiss of Life a biography, The Stardust Affair a romantic thriller, and The Pheonix is a fast-paced thriller.

 

8. He considers author Hussain Zaidi his mentor. He started working with Zaidi after Zaidi had asked for 10 volunteers to help him with research for his novel Mumbai Avengers in 2014. Siddiqi was shortlisted.

 

Siddiqi says he started writing his novel but getting published was not his goal. He was writing for himself, so that years later, he would have something to look back upon as a piece of himself from the past. Well, he did get published. And the rest is history.

 

[The Phoenix is out now.  Get your copy today!]

Thrilled in 240 pages

Bilal Siddiqi’s The Phoenix is a classic roller coaster of intrigue, vengeance and excitement. Read an extract here.

Mumbai

The Gateway of India was beautifully illuminated in honour of the victims of that fateful night of 26 November 2008. It had now been over a decade since the day those ten Lashkar-e-Taiba terrorists swarmed in and carried out a series of attacks that brought the city to its knees. The coordinated massacre had lasted about four days, taking at least 170 lives and leaving some 300 injured. The city had been under siege, but the residents began to pick up the broken pieces soon after, resuming their everyday lives with their indomitable spirit.

The city was now paying homage to the martyrs of 26/11. Around 200 people had gathered at the Gateway of India, and the number was increasing with every passing minute. A popular actor had just taken to the stage and was addressing the crowd. It was a sombre moment for everyone present—some were reduced to tears as they lit their candles and uttered their prayers. Little did they know that there were plans for an unprecedented attack to be carried out that very night by a patriot who had repeatedly put his life on the line for his country.

The Indian flag fluttered proudly in the wind. People bowed their heads in respect. The actor’s voice from the stage broke the two-minute silence…

 

Aryaman’s eyes met those of a policeman. They nodded to each other, and Aryaman put on his hoodie. The policeman stepped back and turned off the metal detector as Aryaman went through. Aryaman read the policeman’s name as he moved past: Sanjay Rane.

Although he had switched off the security system to allow Aryaman to pass, Rane went slightly against Eymen’s plan and frisked Aryaman when he saw that a fellow constable was casually looking over at him. Aryaman felt Rane’s hand go over the concealed vest. The frisking done, Rane cleared Aryaman and gently pushed him in towards the venue.

Aryaman moved past the crowd, reluctantly walking towards the centre… His unsure steps were being watched through a sniper scope by Eymen, who had perched himself atop a nearby terrace.

Eymen’s instructions could be clearly heard through the earpiece that Aryaman was wearing: ‘Any funny business and a bullet ends you on the spot. And I don’t have to tell you what happens to your family after that.’

Aryaman didn’t bother responding. He was going to do it. There were no two ways about that. He stepped on a poster that had the faces of the deceased printed on it with the words ‘Gone But Not Forgotten’, and he pushed past a group of children as he reached the centre.

A middle-aged woman looked at him disapprovingly. She saw his bruised face, his glassy eyes, his salt-and-pepper stubble and his dishevelled, greying hair. And then she witnessed something she couldn’t decipher until it was too late…

 

There was mayhem—the kind Aryaman had rarely witnessed. People began to scream and run haphazardly. The actor, who until a few moments ago had been talking about how Mumbai had risen like a phoenix from the ashes after the 26/11 attacks, was now being whisked away by security personnel into an armoured car. Aryaman was jostled and pushed to the ground by the frenzied crowd.

A security team of four, all in hazmat suits, rushed towards him. They handcuffed and dragged him along the ground towards an armoured vehicle.

[The Phoenix is out now. Get your copy today!]

The Phoenix|| Bilal Siddiqi

5 Quotes that will Make You Pick ‘A Rising Man’ As Your Next Read

Abir Mukherjee, an accountant turned writer, is the author of the bestselling book A Rising Man. His debut novel was inspired by a desire to recover a crucial period in Anglo-Indian history that seems to have been almost forgotten.  It won the Harvill Secker/Daily Telegraph crime writing competition and became the first in a series starring Captain Sam Wyndham and ‘Surrender-not’ Banerjee.
The story follows Sam Wyndham, an English detective who comes to Calcutta after the Great War in search of a new start. He’s immediately thrown into his first case, the murder of a British burra sahib who’s been found with his throat cut in an alley. Sam, aided by his Indian assistant Sergeant Banerjee, investigate and soon find that things are a bit more complicated than they thought
Here are 5 quotes that will make you pick A Rising Man as your next book.
Murder as entertainment? Hmm…
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Ambivalence as a source of shock!
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Captain Wyndham was no fan of the war!
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British and their alternate channels
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Sounds interesting? Pick up your copy of A Rising Man now.
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5 Things You Didn’t Know About Abir Mukherjee

Abir Mukherjee is the author of the bestselling crime fiction novel A Rising Man. He is the child of Indian immigrants from Calcutta and grew up in West Scotland. A graduate of the London School of Economics, he currently works in finance in London.
He is back with another enthralling crime fiction called A Necessary Evil.
Here are five things you probably didn’t know about him.
That’s how it started!
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He didn’t even expect it!
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He was born in London.
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This time Captain Wyndham and Sergeant Banerjee are in Sambalpore, investigating the assassination of the Maharajah’s son.
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Indulge in suspense and thrills with the Captain Wyndham and Sergeant Banerjee’s latest adventures in A Necessary Evil.
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Six Quotes by Paula Hawkins that’ll Enthrall Any Reader

A former journalist, Paula Hawkins started writing romcom fiction under the name Amy Silver, writing four novels including Confessions of a Reluctant Recessionista.
After the bestseller The Girl on the Train, Hawkins returns with Into the Water, a twisting read that hinges on the deceptiveness of emotion and memory.
Here are a few quotes from The Girl on the Train and Into the Water, that’ll enthrall any reader.
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Enthralled yet? Let us know what you think of Paula Hawkins’ works in the comments below.
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