Kulpreet Yadav's Blog
June 21, 2020
New Book Annoucement
Dear readers,
My new book is now out. It's titled "The Darjeeling Ghost". This is the first time that I have attempted writing a horror story.
I got so frightened while writing it that instead of a novel, I ending up writing a novella. If you are under 16 years of age, you should NOT read it, or read it under parental guidance.
Others, please don't read it during the night. You have been warned.
This is a KIndle exclusive book. Happy reading!
LINK:- THE DARJEELING GHOST: A 120-year-old ghost warns a young woman that her life is in danger
Regards,
Kulpreet
My new book is now out. It's titled "The Darjeeling Ghost". This is the first time that I have attempted writing a horror story.
I got so frightened while writing it that instead of a novel, I ending up writing a novella. If you are under 16 years of age, you should NOT read it, or read it under parental guidance.
Others, please don't read it during the night. You have been warned.
This is a KIndle exclusive book. Happy reading!
LINK:- THE DARJEELING GHOST: A 120-year-old ghost warns a young woman that her life is in danger
Regards,
Kulpreet
April 16, 2018
Straight from the Heart, #2
"Fight all that you can, but remember, not all fights are meant to be won."
- Kulpreet Yadav
- Kulpreet Yadav
December 20, 2017
Straight from the Heart, #1
"The future belongs to those who know how to enjoy a glass of red wine with a bar of dark chocolate."
- Kulpreet Yadav
- Kulpreet Yadav
August 15, 2017
EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE MY NEW BOOK
I'm really excited to announce that my new spy thriller will be published by Bloomsbury in Oct 2017. This would not have been possible without the love and affection of my readers, family, and friends. The cover of this novel titled MURDER IN PAHARGANJ will be unveiled on 10 Sep 2017 at the Pune International Literary Festival (PILF). If you live in Pune or are visiting there, please do join us.
July 24, 2017
EXCERPT from Story 2 of UNLOVED IN NUDE TOWN (Available only on Kindle).
Anita’s mother had died the previous year, the year in which there was no rain, and now, with the anniversary just a week away, Anita recalled what her mother had said when Anita returned home, blamed by her husband’s family for his death.
Her mother had confronted her before Anita could even enter the house.
‘I was certain you would be a boy when you were inside me—because mothers know, don’t ask how—and when you were born a girl, I knew something was amiss.�
‘But Ma, how does that make a difference? Just think of me as your son.�
‘Obviously, you should have been a boy; you want to be one even now.�
‘No, that is not what I meant. I can be your boy, even though I am a girl—�
‘I think you are a bad omen; yes, that is what you are.� Her mother repeated, ‘You hear me, bad omen.�
That was how Anita—the widow, who should have been a boy, and whose husband died because of her being a bad omen—was welcomed back home.
Her mother-in-law had said the same thing: ‘Bad omen.�
For six months, Anita stared into the mirror and watched the woman grow each day. Her body was taking revenge, turning her more womanly, her breasts enlarging, waist narrowing, and hips widening. Was her body fighting with the memory of her mother accusing her of being a boy when she could be such a beautiful woman?
*
The window of Rohan’s house was closed, like always. But that afternoon, Anita thought she saw a shadow on it. She angled her head for a better view, and yes indeed, there was someone watching her. It had to be Rohan. His wife was at work, and Anita knew there could be no one else. The servants would have already retired to their quarters at the back of the house for their afternoon nap. Was he watching her? She waved nervously, but the figure didn’t move.
Anita pulled the curtain and went back inside, blaming herself for the errant fantasy that was making her hallucinate. When she returned to the window after drinking a glass of water, there was no one there. But something had begun to stir inside her—she thought of the tadpoles in the cistern in the courtyard—and she wanted that movement to stop.
She walked out of the house and, without looking left or right, headed straight for Rohan’s house, where she paused at the gate. It was unlatched, so she pushed it open and walked in. She pressed the bell and strained her senses to hear it somewhere inside, and when she didn’t, she tried again. Worry gripped her. Is Rohan well?
Anita walked through the lawn to the back of the house, where she startled a few hens, which ran for cover while she looked in the direction of the servants� room. There was no sign of life.
She turned her attention back to Rohan’s house, pushed open the kitchen door, and moved indoors. It was the first time she had entered Rohan’s house, and the unfamiliarity of the house, together with its silence and smell, hit her with a strong feeling of dislike. As she moved further inside, she heard muffled sounds. She followed the sounds and was soon at the bedroom door, which was ajar.
~UNLOVED IN NUDE TOWN: Stories of Modern Indians Obsessed with LOVE, LUST, and AMBITION
To read more from THE WINDOW AT THE END OF THE STREET please visit Amazon.
Her mother had confronted her before Anita could even enter the house.
‘I was certain you would be a boy when you were inside me—because mothers know, don’t ask how—and when you were born a girl, I knew something was amiss.�
‘But Ma, how does that make a difference? Just think of me as your son.�
‘Obviously, you should have been a boy; you want to be one even now.�
‘No, that is not what I meant. I can be your boy, even though I am a girl—�
‘I think you are a bad omen; yes, that is what you are.� Her mother repeated, ‘You hear me, bad omen.�
That was how Anita—the widow, who should have been a boy, and whose husband died because of her being a bad omen—was welcomed back home.
Her mother-in-law had said the same thing: ‘Bad omen.�
For six months, Anita stared into the mirror and watched the woman grow each day. Her body was taking revenge, turning her more womanly, her breasts enlarging, waist narrowing, and hips widening. Was her body fighting with the memory of her mother accusing her of being a boy when she could be such a beautiful woman?
*
The window of Rohan’s house was closed, like always. But that afternoon, Anita thought she saw a shadow on it. She angled her head for a better view, and yes indeed, there was someone watching her. It had to be Rohan. His wife was at work, and Anita knew there could be no one else. The servants would have already retired to their quarters at the back of the house for their afternoon nap. Was he watching her? She waved nervously, but the figure didn’t move.
Anita pulled the curtain and went back inside, blaming herself for the errant fantasy that was making her hallucinate. When she returned to the window after drinking a glass of water, there was no one there. But something had begun to stir inside her—she thought of the tadpoles in the cistern in the courtyard—and she wanted that movement to stop.
She walked out of the house and, without looking left or right, headed straight for Rohan’s house, where she paused at the gate. It was unlatched, so she pushed it open and walked in. She pressed the bell and strained her senses to hear it somewhere inside, and when she didn’t, she tried again. Worry gripped her. Is Rohan well?
Anita walked through the lawn to the back of the house, where she startled a few hens, which ran for cover while she looked in the direction of the servants� room. There was no sign of life.
She turned her attention back to Rohan’s house, pushed open the kitchen door, and moved indoors. It was the first time she had entered Rohan’s house, and the unfamiliarity of the house, together with its silence and smell, hit her with a strong feeling of dislike. As she moved further inside, she heard muffled sounds. She followed the sounds and was soon at the bedroom door, which was ajar.
~UNLOVED IN NUDE TOWN: Stories of Modern Indians Obsessed with LOVE, LUST, and AMBITION
To read more from THE WINDOW AT THE END OF THE STREET please visit Amazon.
June 11, 2017
20000 copies of spy series sold. Download for free option now to celeberate
Sun, 11 June 17 & Mon, 12 Jun 17, we are giving away free copies of THE GIRL WHO LOVED A SPY. Click the link below to download on your Kindle, smartphone or desktop. Have a great weekend. Love from New Delhi, India
May 19, 2017
FREE dowload
India's number 1 romantic spy novel on modern pirates available for free download this weekend. Yes, you have read it right. It's FREE this Sat & Sun.
The story of Andy Karan, Rupa, Dao-Ming & Ba-Qat, set in Goa, Mumbai, Malacca & the Arabian Sea, has been rated 4.4 by 129 readers on Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ. Happy reading! Link to download for FREE -->
The story of Andy Karan, Rupa, Dao-Ming & Ba-Qat, set in Goa, Mumbai, Malacca & the Arabian Sea, has been rated 4.4 by 129 readers on Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ. Happy reading! Link to download for FREE -->
May 13, 2017
December 10, 2016
Bestseller at WH Smith, New Delhi airport (T3)
Happy to share that The Girl Who Loved a Spy is at number 5 on the bestseller chart at the New Delhi airport. I was taken by total surprise when I arrived at the airport the day before yesterday and saw this. It was like a dream come true. I have worked very hard for this novel and I'm happy to see that readers are liking it so much. Thank you!
September 15, 2015
'The Girl Who Loved a Pirate' reviewed by Hindustan Times (New Delhi), 15 Sep 15
BOOK REVIEW: "A brilliant thriller, grips you from the moment you start reading it. We would recommend it for all those who love thrillers and want a bite of good Indian writing. The story also would make for a good Bollywood thriller with its well structured writing and interesting mix of characters."
