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MUMBAI: Raj Sharma, an aspiring Bollywood actor, is devastated when he learns that his wife, Nisha, a celebrity singer and a woman he deeply loves, is terminally ill.
Nobody can save her.
Not modern or ancient medicine.
Not prayers or religious mumbo-jumbo.
Not soothsayers or evil eye totems—nothing works.
Raj believes only his love can save Nisha.
Others think that is irrational stupidity.
Who is right?
Will Raj succeed?
Or will the inevitable happen?
And will Raj be forced to helplessly watch his lovely wife die bit by bit in front of his eyes?
Strangely Raj and Nisha decide to embark on a journey. A life changing journey.
From the glittering lights of Hong Kong to the intriguing caves, ruins, churches and mosques of Turkey, the journey unravels the deepest mysteries of the human heart.
And always posing the question—whether love can really heal?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary1,00,000 sales rank on Amazon.com
Prologue
“Time is running out… I am so sorry… I think you should tie up your affairs and try to live life to the max,” said the doctor, with a rather long face.
Nisha Sharma stared at the doctor not knowing what to say. She hated doctors. The bad news had nothing to do with that hatred. She had hated them from her childhood.
Nisha remembered vividly the first time she had visited a hospital. She was only five then. It wasn’t that she had not visited a hospital before. She was born in one, of course, but she was too young to remember anything about what had happened to her in those scary places.
She reminisced how her parents had taken her to the hospital for her vaccinations. For which vaccine, she couldn’t remember. But what she could recall was the smell of the place. The whiff of phenyl, which was so typical of hospitals in India in those days. It almost made her puke.
The doctor then had tried to smile at her but even as a child Nisha could sense how phony that smile was. He was—actually scary. He had a set of needles lying on his table, each one looking scarier than the other. Some of the needles were quite long and looked “piercy.” She knew that such a word didn’t exist in the English dictionary but that is exactly how she felt.
“Why do needles look so scary?” she remembered having asked the doctor. To her surprise, the doctor simply laughed. How evil! He tried to assure her that everything would be fine but she wasn’t convinced.
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Translated by Sandra Rivas
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