CRIMSON MIRAGE
Babujee
GENRE: Political Psychological Thriller
Blurb:
Naïve Passionate Dangerous.
Manush is all of these—and more. Caught between the heat of first love and the fire of revolution, he confuses desire with destiny and activism with annihilation. What begins with tender hope ends in blood-soaked betrayal.
Set against the turbulent backdrop of Calcutta’s Naxalite uprising, this haunting debut novel unravels the journey of a boy-turned-assassin—his convictions twisted, his soul scarred, his story unforgettable.
The author grew up in the heart of this upheaval, witnessing firsthand how political fervor tore through families and futures. Crimson Mirage is not just fiction—it’s a reckoning. A meditation on blind love, brutal reprisals, and the elusive promise of freedom.
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Excerpt:
Mita tugged at his hand, her voice almost a command. “Sit down. You’re not going anywhere.”
Doing as he was told, Manush smiled sheepishly. “I really didn’t mean it about Bijuda.”
“It’s alright, I understand.”
Mita was still holding his hand. Manush pretended not to notice, but a tingling feeling was moving up his elbow and up his arms. He stole a glance at her. She was so strong…so decisive, so herself! He wished he were like her.
“I didn’t know you worked a lot outside college?” Manush wanted to keep up the conversation.
“Work…?” Mita was startled. She slowly let go of his hand and murmured absentmindedly, “Sure, it’s work…a lot of work!”
Manush watched as her face broke into a torrent of emotions. She was biting her lips. Something was tearing her apart.
Manush did not know what to do or say, but he felt he must. He gently touched her hands. “It’s alright! Everything will be fine.”
Suddenly, Mita looked at him intensely. “What will be fine? Do you know what you’re talking about?”
Still holding her hands, Manush shook his head. “No, I don’t. Wish I did.”
They sat in tense silence, holding each other’s hands, until Mita broke the silence. “Can you keep a secret?”
Manush nodded, “Upon my life…”
“I don’t expect an answer, but I just want to ask somebody, anybody…”
“Sure.”
“But you can’t question me back…”
“Agreed.”
“And keep it a secret. Or else, both of us will be in deep trouble.”
Once again, Manush nodded.
Mita hesitated awhile, then asked, “Have you ever seen a man die…actually being killed?”
Before Manush could react, she went on, “Did you ever watch the quivering of the eyelids as they close forever, lips pursing up as the soul departs, blood trickling down the chest as breathing stops?”
Mita’s eyes were frantic, roving all around his face like one possessed. “Is it okay to kill somebody?”
For once, Manush was firm, “No, never!”
Author Bio and Links
The author is a professional who grew up in Kolkata during the turbulent times that serve as the backdrop of this novel. He has written short stories and articles. This is his debut novel. More of his writing at babujee.substack.com/archive.
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8 comments:
Thank you for featuring CRIMSON MIRAGE.
Thanks for featuring my novel. Feel free to ask questions. I will check back periodically. You can look up my blog on "Love in Crimson Mirage" at https://babujee.substack.com/p/death-thou-are-my-lover
The cover looks great. Sounds like a good read.
Great excerpt and giveaway. :)
Sounds like a really good read.
Im looking forward to checking this book out. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for the great excerpt. The book sounds very intriguing.
Incredible cover. Looks fascinating.
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