A fascinating, roller-coaster tale of teenage love, Kazi's book depicts the emotion in its raw, confusing form – just the way you'd have experienced it the first time you fell in love with someone. Kazi's penchant for detail is impressive and makes the book an alluring journey for all die-hard romantics.
— Tuhin Sinha, best-selling author of 'That thing called Love' and 'Of Love and Politics'.
There are some who love and conquer . . .
There are some who love and forget . . .
. . . and then there is RAHUL KAPOOR!
A pompous Rahul is head over heels in love with Seema, his beautiful female equivalent from the same school. After a whirlwind of innocent encounters, their teenage romance blossoms yet both of them never confess their love to each other. A series of misunderstandings and ego clashes cause them to drift apart. Rahul loses his sanity and ultimately his love. By the time he realises the magnitude of his loss, it appears to be too late. Will Rahul get back his Seema? Or will Seema never realise the depth of Rahul's feelings?
This teenage love story seeks answers to all these and more as it alternates between the past and present and makes you wonder; do all love stories have a happy ending? Or do all love stories end, ever? TRULY MADLY DEEPLY promises to be an emotional saga that will captivate the reader's heart and fascinate his mind and leave him pondering – does love truly conquer all odds?
About the Author(s)
Faraaz Kazi is currently pursuing his post-graduate studies in management in Mumbai. He is a certified soft-skills trainer and runs his own academy in the same field. He completed his creative writing course from XIC and obtains a diploma in freelance journalism from the British Institutes. He is fondly referred to as 'The Young Marketer' and operates a revolutionary blog with the same name and writes for major media houses on the same subject. With thousands of books under his priceless collection, he is more than an avid reader. He has sung nine songs for a major studio and represents a local cricket club. He is a fellow member of the esteemed 'Film Writers Association of India'. He can be reached at contact@faraazkazi.com and to know more about him do log onto www.faraazkazi.com. Of course, he does 'Facebooks' and 'tweets' when he is not speaking!
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Author’s note
Prologue
Living, not leaving the loneliness
The first date with first love
A ‘five star’ day on ‘mars’
That thing which he never said!
Never ‘kiss’ goodbye
The ego that sparked the fire
Calumny, confidence and cricket galore!
Debating the vengeance
Apologies and affections!
The seductress
From traitor to conspirator
From first love to last obsession
A rendezvous to bid adieu!
Love breaks through locks and picks them all atlast!
Epilogue
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Sample Chapters
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CALUMNY, CONFIDENCE AND CRICKET GALORE!
Rahul walked out of his room to take a stroll in the park. He was just about to lock the room after taking a bath and was depending on the strong breeze to dry his hair when Sahil came up rushing towards him, climbing the wooden stairs two at a time.
“Hey, we are holding a party, a guy’s night out at my place,” he informed, gasping for air.
Rahul gently pushed him aside and locked the room.
“Very few people are coming, you should come too!” Sahil advised.
“No, thanks,” Rahul declined, slowly descending the stairs.
“Oh, come on buddy, no girls… there’s going to be a lot of fun… my neighbour Arjun has bought a new PlayStation, he will be carrying it in for all to see. You’ll love it!” Sahil exclaimed, unable to contain his adolescent excitement.
“It’s ok, you carry on,” Rahul said softly.
“I’m not hearing a NO this time, please buddy,” Sahil appealed, getting hyper.
“I’ve some work…” Rahul began.
“Oh, I know your work. Doing nothing, lazing around on your bed and imagining things! I’m just asking you to be a part of the get together, for my sake at least,” Sahil continued.
“Listen…” Rahul tried.
“No, you listen…” Sahil said sternly, “It is rude to deny such polite invitations, you know; and that evening you called me your friend.
Not everyone is invited to my party, you’re like a brother to me, hence I came to you…”
Sahil almost trembled from the effort of raising his voice at Rahul.
“Relax, I’ll come,” Rahul said, turning to continue his walk.
“Great, the party is about to start in a couple of hours. We’ve to move now. Hop on the bike!” Sahil said with glee, as they stepped outside.
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