The synopsis:
They say opposites attract. And that’s exactly what happened
to them. Joseph Conrad and Madhumita Reddy had a chance encounter in a local
bar, when sparks began to fly literally and figuratively. He was from England
and she was from Andhra Pradesh. He was
everything that she detested in a man. He was chauvinistic, swore like a truck
driver, was sloppy and believed that he was always right. And her independence frightened
him. He could not resist her dimpled smile and compassionate liquid brown eyes.
He liked his women smoking hot, and she managed to score a miserable 3 on the
hotness scale. She was short, slightly
plump and a perfectionist. She abhorred untidiness and everything that was flashy. And Joseph was exactly that. A flashy Casanova.
As one meeting led to other chance encounters they could not
free themselves from the forces of attraction. They realised that inspite of
their individual detestable traits, they still had some common ground on which
they could tread upon without getting at each others throats. They loved the
same kind of music, were passionate about books, action movies, animals and loved
to experiment with different cuisines.
And so they chucked their indifferences and decided to dip
their toes into an ocean called LOVE. And what a roller coaster ride it was for
them. Like a whirlpool they were sucked into a rigmarole of passion, curses,
fights and making up sessions. But through this all, their love for each other
never diminished until the day she discovered a dark secret about him. And that’s
when love collided with hate.
How do Joseph and Madhumita, cope with this ultimate upheaval?
Read on to discover who won the final
contest….Love or Hate……
Where the story
strikes a chord:
This story is about the following dilemmas that most of us
face at some point in our lives: what is
more important: love or hate? Should
people be judged by their mistakes or by their willingness to correct their
mistakes?
A sneak peek:
“Josh, why can’t you put things in their proper places? Is
it so hard for you to differentiate between a pair of socks and underwear?
“Of course I know the difference Maddy. One is
for the butt and the other for the feet. But baby, you look absolutely ravishing when
you are angry”, he replied smilingly and threw a sock at me.
He looked so boyish and full on impishness that my anger
dissolved in a jiffy and I threw back the sock at him.
And thus the clothes from the drawer flew like missiles and
as I threw the last piece, it hit bull’s eye.
I rubbed my hands in glee and said, “Now sort them and put it back
neatly my love.”
“Awww…’”, he started, but I wagged a finger, flashed my
dimples and went out of the room.
This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run
with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and
HarperCollins India.
The dark secret is a nice new twist!
ReplyDelete