The Bluff
Description
Amrith, a twenty-five year old boy, wakes up to discover 800 Kg of gold hidden inside his body. He finds out who placed them. But he doesn't know why. He starts exploring. He finds the reason for Mughal's downfall. He comes across the legend of two Rajput warriors that his history books stayed silent about. It is when he realizes that he is now being followed by a sect of blood-thirsty extremists who have been looking out for the treasure for 12 generations. It's upto him now to save his life and safeguard the wealth from falling into the wrong hands.
Join Amrith in his thrilling journey that blends science, history, greed and fate into a game of Bluff.
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About the Author
ANAND.J, 26, is the co-founder of a creativity consulting company named Spark n' Beyond. He did his under graduation in industrial biotechnology, for reasons best known to universe and its perplexing design. He is currently an IMBA student at IE Business School, Spain. A TEDx speaker. Writing has always been his mother's lap, resorting to it in times of boredom, anger, frustration and happiness. With the dream of seeing himself as a successful writer, he has been writing and chiselling this story of Bluff for the past three years. Yeah, he started way back when global economy looked perfectly fine. He is seeing himself as a writer now and waiting patiently for the word to spread to let the world see him as one.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone