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‘Just a steel-town girl on a Saturday night, lookin' for the fight of her life
In the real-time world no one sees her at all, they all say she's crazy’
Lyrics from the Maniac song by Michael Sembello.
The lyrics perfectly fit the protagonist of Rightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right (releasing August 1st, preorder on July 22nd) – the quintessential vamp, Gayatri Dutta. In the previous books the readers saw her as jealous, revengeful, deceitful and just about every thing bad a person can be. Her only redeeming factor – her love for her ‘rakhi’ brother, Nikhil Chandel. Single handedly, she will fight a war for him, make nice with her nemesis just for him and even say the word she simply abhors, ‘sorry’. If that is what to takes to make Nikhil smile!
In Rightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right, I have attempted to show what makes Gayatri Dutta tick. She is still manipulative and cold but the readers will get to know the, ‘why’ and ‘how’. And hopefully you all will come to like her as much as I have. Please don’t forget to comment. Like most of you like what I write (thank you), I LOVE to read and re-read your comments. So without further ado, I give you Gayatri and I give you Viraj. . . .
Excerpt from the upcoming book:
Viraj tugged the door open again. Gayatri flashed a smile at him and opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her short. ‘I don’t like talking. Find a room and stay there.’ He shut the door on her again.
Asshole! Gayatri fisted her hands and retreated. I can do this! I am doing this! Bigger picture, please! Gayatri paused and peeped inside the first lab that she stumbled upon. The place was quiet except for a low hum of machines. Gayatri pushed the doors open and walked inside the lab. It was empty. ‘Does anyone else work here besides the mad scientist?’ She leaned against one of the steel racks. The door flew open behind her. With a big grin she turned to greet the person coming in. ‘Hi! I—’ she froze. It was the mad scientist with a bunch of papers in his hand.
Viraj noticed Gayatri at the same time. A familiar irritation flashed in his eyes. ‘Not this room. Not my lab! Find another room!’ He spoke with cool authority.
‘I was just looking!’ Gayatri smoothed her ponytail trying to mask her nervousness. He had her in knots.
Giving an indifferent shrug, Viraj walked past her. Gayatri got a whiff of his aftershave; it smelled clean and crisp, like water with a twist of lemon. At least he doesn’t stink like his manners! Gayatri stood there quiet and confused.
A loose paper slipped from Viraj’s hand and landed on the floor.
‘You dropped some paper!’ Gayatri said, her voice friendly.
‘Ignore it. Like you, it is not going anywhere.’ Viraj pulled a portable stool and took a seat in front of an electronic panel fixed to a bigger panel.
Gayatri gritted her teeth and grinned with the ferocity of a wild animal that could pounce any moment.
Unknown to her, Viraj gave a similar smile except his was more like the wild animal that had pounced and won.
‘I’ll go and find a room. Thank you!’ Swiveling on her heel, Gayatri headed for the door.
Something stopped her—her father’s face and the realization that two weeks ago she had physically fought for herself, and now she had to fight again but with her mind instead of hands. I have to win over Mr Madness. Maybe I could wear a beaker over my head and tattoo the periodic table on my arms!
‘If you are trying to open the door telepathically, let me be the first to tell you it is not working!’
Gayatri exhaled noisily. Scathing and sarcastic, what more could a woman ask for? Taking a few calming breaths, she slowly pivoted to face Viraj, specifically his back as he sat hunched fiddling with the panel in front of him.