The guide “The Hundred Million Wager” by Atul Koul Randev is an exhilarating story about going in opposition to all odds and placing every thing on the road to win or lose all of it.
After successful 100 million Euros in an underground poker recreation, Caesar is able to retire. Calculative, formidable, and solely often inclined to creating rash choices, he may need overplayed his hand. The Mafia boss he beat on the recreation wouldn’t let him stroll away with no rematch. Caesar should come again to play one final recreation to wager all of his fortune in opposition to the lifetime of a sister he hasn’t spoken to in ten years.
When he chooses to take the cash and run, a struggle for survival will pressure him to face many long-buried demons. For someplace on Caesar’s path, the ruthless Maurya waits patiently to repay a debt. Life or 100 million Euros? One improper transfer, and Caesar stands to lose each.
Learn an excerpt from the guide under.
Motril, Spain August, 2011 Tuesday
We believed in love – Amir, August, and I – however we did have our personal methods of loving.
However wait – let me begin in the beginning. Amir was my boyfriend in these days. All his mates referred to as him ‘Boy’, a vestige of the life he had as soon as left behind, however I by no means appreciated that title. Some years in the past, he had managed to accumulate a small run-down shack close to the perimeters of Motril and had patched it as much as make it liveable. The primary flooring had three rooms. Amir and I used one, the second was a visitor room, and the third had been empty till the day Amir introduced August alongside. We had a sofa in the lounge that no person ever sat in – that privilege was reserved for the entrance porch from the place we might see the ocean within the distance. It was a quaint little place. We’d have lazy brunches, stroll across the tiny metropolis, learn, sit out within the lengthy evenings watching the solar dive previous, ingesting, consuming, considering, and following up with the Descartian practice of thought – being.
August normally began his day early with a swim. He was the one one among us who used the large reward of the coast of the Alboran Sea. With the solar shining over his large shoulder blades that minimize sharp silhouettes in opposition to the blue of the water, he’d stroll in. There was a kindness in his golden eyes punctuated by a cheerful, infectious abandon. He spent his days volunteering as an English trainer and afternoons studying poetry on the porch, all of this was when he wasn’t away on some abstruse journey or one other. He performed poker to earn money. By no means an excessive amount of in order to dream of a greater life, simply sufficient to exist. He was beautiful.
Amir was one other matter. There have been two discernible sides to him. The loner would spend his afternoons locked up in his house, engaged on one factor or one other, portray, drawing, sketching his personal warped model of the world. In some unspecified time in the future when he’d get drained, he’d carry his artwork into his phrases and transition right into a thinker steering the dialog round him and filling within the gaps the place the ideas of us common people feared venturing into. He was good wanting, his large brow however. I wish to describe how he regarded, however it’s arduous to isolate the person from the thoughts. He was beautiful too.
What about me? I knew an astute observer such as you wouldn’t miss that.
I used to be comfortable.
It wasn’t simply the approach to life; there was peace, and there was pleasure. Caught between two males who liked me, I might observe how individuals categorical that keenness in utterly other ways. Amir quoted, the place August listened. When the artist withdrew, the companion surfaced. Amir was thrilling and but unfulfilling, whereas August was the right foil, he stepped up. I’d be sitting on the porch when he’d come and sit beside me and make all of it simple.
We’d sit like that, quietly clinging to one another’s our bodies for hours, until Amir would materialise and August would gently cross me again to him. The evenings belonged to Amir – lengthy kisses, pressing intercourse. They traded me like a crystal doll between one another, one passionate man to a different. One defending me, one hurting me, however each loving me.
Did I really like each of them? I’ve thought of it. Would it not be a mislead say that discovering a solution to this query scared me, no? For the reply may need represented a alternative. I liked Amir greater than August, that a lot I can say. However typically once I sit and marvel, I have to query if that might have been totally different had I met August first.
I discover it lucky that I met them in that order, for if I had understood love with August earlier than Amir, I’m wondering if he’d have been as keen to cede management. I did love August, simply not as a lot on the time.
However then what occurred, you ask?
August left someday. Simply as he’d come, he vanished. One morning, all his issues have been gone. All that he left behind was a be aware saying that he’d be in contact. He took part of me with him. Why is it that the true magnitude of affection is barely understood with its loss? Why is it that happiness when left to itself shrivels and turns into one thing morbid, overweight, looking and craving for newer thrills, until you lose what you will have?
Excerpted with permission from The Hundred Million Wager, Atul Koul Randev, Srishti Publishers. Learn extra in regards to the guide and purchase it here.
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