Having lost her parents at a very tender age, she is in search of a place which she can call home. Her passion for Art lands her a job as an art curator to the famous artifacts of the Ranaut Dynasty. When she meets the scion, Aryan Ranaut, she feels that her dream might come true until…All He wanted was to trust…Living the life of a modern day Prince is no easy task for the young and dashing Aryan Ranaut. Having lost his father to a rapacious woman, Aryan has severe trust issues. But upon meeting Shefali, he feels he could let down his guard. Until…All They need is to find The Angel…Just as Aryan realizes his love for Shefali, one of the most precious artifacts, The Angel, goes missing from the Ranaut collection. All fingers point towards Shefali—more so because she leaves the palace without telling anyone on the very night of the theft. Finding the Angel is a story where duty clashes with love and lack of trust overrides passion. Under these circumstances, can The Angel bring the star-crossed lovers together?

    It’s not just his looks that Anjali’s attracted to, but his gentle and understanding nature.At 42, Parth Bhardwaj is an internationally famous author, writing under a pseudonym. Always having steered clear of married women, he has a difficult time keeping away from Anjali, feeling drawn to her from the moment he sets eyes on her. Just when the two finally realise that they are meant for each other, the unthinkable happens. Anjali’s husband Jayant is found murdered in his bed, making both Parth and Anjali the prime suspects.Will Anjali ever find happiness in her lonely life?

    ফ্ল্যাপে লিখা কথাঃI hear a sudden cry of pain!There is a rabbit in a snare:Now I hear the cry again,But i cannot tell from where.But i cannot tell from whereHe is calling out for aid;Crying of the frightened air,Making everything afraid.Making everything afraid,Wrinkling up his little face.As he cries again for aid;And i cannot find the place!And i cannot find the placeWhere his paw is in the snare;Little one! Oh, little one!I am searching everywhere.JAMES STEPHENS

    

    

    At first, the murder seems an open-and-shut case to Dechen, the tough, foul- mouthed, prickly lady cop in charge of the investigation. But as she begins to delve into the lives of Kamala and Puran, she discovers a world of lies, deceit and love gone wrong, where nothing is as it seems, and the guilt of murderers is difficult to establish.On a day of endless rain, a man emerges from thirty-two years of isolation to meet his king, whom he owes a share of the harvest from his fields. Journeying across leech-infested forests and forbidding valleys, he tells his children the story of his life one that has been full of drama and magic. But the biggest miracle of all awaits him in Gangtok...These two novellas, united by their strong sense of place, showcase Chetan Raj Shresthas enormous gifts as a storyteller. Magical, gritty, nerve-wracking and stylish in equal measure, this is an exceptional debut.

    The book is a last in its series started from Vanvas.

    His only hope is a mysterious young man, who goes into hiding hours before Manohar is shot dead in cold blood. June 2018 A forgotten legend from the upper reaches of the Himalayas is rearing its ominous head. The world will be brought to its knees. KaalKoot will strike again. Only three people have a clue about the horrors that are about the unfold. The only hope for survival lies buried deep in the remotest corner of Himalayas. But a terrible fate awaits those who seek it. Is it already too late Is KaalKoot – the primordial plague – unstoppable?

    It was an antique whose value I had realised.’ With these words Bishwanath Ghosh embarks on an exploration of a city that, as a probashi - non-resident Bengali, he has only recently fallen in love with. He probes the lives of its inhabitants - some famous and others faceless - and at the same time strolls along the Hooghly, wanders in and out of Park Street, College Street, Kalighat, Kumartuli, Sonagachhi, even ending up in a dance bar in Salt Lake.With his adventurous spirit and undeniable wit intact, Bishwanath Ghosh pieces together his own unique idea of a unique city.

    I work for the Devil, or The Prince of Lies, as you people are so fond of calling him. Yes. You read that last line correctly. I am employed by the Powers of Evil as Acquisitor Ad Infinitum. Catchy, huh? To put it in simpler terms, I am a broker of sorts. You know, the guy who finds out what it is that you want the most. I make it readily available to you for a price. I think we all know just how costly that one thing that you think you need so much can be. Which is why I urge all of my clients to choose wisely.

    Dusman Gonzaga lives in a squalid tenement building overrun with cockroaches and inhabited by strange characters. His is a world of poverty, fights, bar women and visits to a doctor who doesn't understand him.

    Both of them are loners, damaged by tragedy in their lives, both sceptical about love. But they have a connection that can't be broken, which takes them from their separate lives to Norfolk, where they both end up at the same time, bound together by a family event that neither of them knew the other was connected with.Romantic, elegiac, absorbing and quixotic, this love story for difficult people is a testament to the power of attraction. It's about the sea and land, about the past and how it shapes our futures, about how we find the right person to be with - a truly universal story.

    The list is 1. Gugunogumbarer Deshe. In the country of the Gugugunogumbars. This is the story of Rijuda and Rudra's encounter with poachers in African plains2. Albino. This story surrounds mysterious deaths by in a villa. 3. Ru-Aha. 4. Ninikukarir Bagh. The Tiger of Ninikumari. সূচীঃ১. গুগুনোগুম্বারের দেশে (১৯৮১)২. অ্যাল্‌বিনো (১৯৮৩)৩. রুআহা (১৯৮৬) ৪. নিনিকুমারীর বাঘ (১৯৮৯)

    

    The book is about how army rule works, how he try to achieve what he desired to do at raarang dhang. Interaction with various peoples from different location and grade. Whether he succeed in his goal.... Do read...