The Heart Of Gold

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Succumbed to the past’s Flame, the Only Way Nithya Can Be Saved from Her Ex Is by Her Husband

Mukesh is captivated by Nithya's dazzling beauty and manners when his mother introduces him to his bride-to-be. The seemingly successful arranged marriage turned out to be happy only on the husband’s part.

One day, Nithya informs Mukesh about how she was blackmailed into embracing the role of his wife and how she despises Mukesh and her parents.

Meanwhile, Giridhar, a former flame of Nithya's, reappears suddenly in her life. Nithya is first apprehensive of her ex, but as she falls more apart from her husband and parents, she finds herself opening out to him.

Giridhar persuades her to go on vacation with him, but things quickly spiral out of control. When she awakens in the dark of night, imprisoned within a lodge alone, to a weird disturbance at the door, she realizes she shouldn't have trusted Giridhar so blindly.

Nithya contacts Mukesh in despair since she has no one else to turn to, but will he be willing to assist her despite his wrath and wounded pride? Can they put the past behind them and free her from the danger she faces?

The Heart of Gold is a suspenseful romantic thriller that delves into time-honored customs, modern Indian city life's changing culture, and the new, fast-paced global lifestyle.

Get ready to read this captivating novel in one breath…

 PRELUDE

Mukesh is rudely awakened from his dream about a life of marital bliss when Nithya, his newly-wed wife, tells him that her parents had resorted to emotional blackmail and forced her into this marriage. Instead of the love and companionship for which he had hoped, he finds only anger and resentment. To make matters worse, on a clandestine rendezvous with her boyfriend, Nithya lands herself in serious trouble.

Will Mukesh help extricate her from the dangerous situation she finds herself? Can they put the past behind them and find love and togetherness in each other?

The Heart of Gold reflects the changing times as Indian cities transform into multicultural metropolises and young people try to navigate the confusing landscape, with traditional values on one side and the rising aspirations of a fast-paced global lifestyle on the other.

CHAPTER ONE

Mukesh was having a bath when he heard his cell phone buzz. He ignored it. He cursed his mother for having talked him into marrying a girl ten years younger than him, despite his protests that their viewpoints would be incompatible. Although he had borne all his young wife’s tantrums and wayward behavior patiently, she had left him. Mukesh was heart-broken now. His marriage had lasted only six months. All his efforts to salvage it had been futile.

He had switched off his cell phone the previous afternoon. Ever since he had read Nithya’s dreadfully final note, his mind had been in turmoil and he wanted to shut the world out. If only he had not been quite so accommodating and adjustable with his young wife’s vagaries, things would never have come to such a pass. But the damage was irrevocable and all he could do now was to reconcile himself to the broken relationship and move on.

It was only early that morning that he had switched his mobile back on and he was already regretting it. He stood under the shower for a long time, letting the cold-water flow over his body, but it did little to soothe his turbulent thoughts.

When he stepped into the bedroom, toweling his rather slim body, the phone was still ringing. Irritated, he picked it up, then froze when he noticed the caller ID. Nithya. What did she want from him now ? Hadn’t she caused enough agony already! He disconnected the call; almost immediately, the phone rang again. He let it ring for a minute or so before finally giving in. ‘What do you want?’ he asked gruffly.

In response, all he could hear were sobs. Frustrated, he yelled, ‘Who is this?’

Between sobs, Nithya said, ‘Mukesh … please … please … don’t hang up.’

He snorted angrily.

‘Mukesh … listen to me, please. I’m in trouble. I need your help.’

‘Is that so?’ he asked sarcastically.

Nithya sniffed and cleared her throat. ‘Mukesh … please note down this address and come quickly.’

‘Nithya,’ Mukesh said, ‘you and I are finished, remember? So this, whatever it is, is none of my business!’

‘Mukesh, please,’ she cried, beseechingly, ‘I don’t know how much time I have.’ She dropped her voice to a whisper. ‘I cannot talk now. I’ll explain everything in detail later. Now, please, please, write this address down, and come here as soon as you can.’

As Mukesh desultorily scribbled the address on a bit of paper, the phone went dead.

Mukesh stared at the address blankly for a while before crumpling the piece of paper and flinging it into the bin. If Nithya was in trouble, she deserved it.