My name is Naveen Rao. Twenty-eight. Male. Indian. Investigative journalist.
That’s the neat version of me. The résumé line. The one you could print on a press badge. The truth? It’s messier. Always has been.
Reya Mathur. She believed in truth like it was holy. She could take an empty room and fill it with conviction. She could take me…and make me think I was worth saving. But she left me behind. Left me for a lie in a handsome suit.
Arvind Patel. India’s golden boy. The activist with the perfect smile, the eco-villages, the photo-ops with poor children and solar panels. His face is on every goddamn billboard, preaching sustainability. But I know what he really builds his empire on. Bribes, land grabs, betrayal. He’s the kind of man who doesn’t just take what he wants—he makes you thank him for it.
Reya wept for him. Defended him. Died for him.
So don’t think of this as a love story. Or a tragedy. Or your classic good vs evil. It isn’t. This story is not about my life. It’s about my death… and what I do afterwards.
A psychological thriller novella. Starts with an interesting concept. The story flows smoothly and keeps one engaged. It gets a bit confusing in the last act as the reality is revealed, but overall, it's a good, quick read. 3.5 stars to be precise.