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A Holocaust in Kashmir destroys two lives till love unites them. Again.
From the #1 Best-Selling Author, comes a tender coming-of-age love story of two Kashmiri Pandits, whose lives are torn asunder by Islamist terrorists.
Meet Reshma and Sanjay, who grow up in Kashmir, and consider the beautiful valley their only home in the entire world.
Till the early 1990s. When terrorists for no rhyme or reason make them lose everything. Their lovely homes in Srinagar, their relatives, their friends… and themselves.
Forcing them to live in exile, in penury, and worse—without the comfort of each other.
Can Sanjay stand up to radical Islam and win?
Can Reshma heal herself and re-connect with her love ever?
Share the pain and sufferings of the two lovers as they pick up the shattered pieces of their lives bit-by-bit with grit, determination and just pure love in their hearts.
“You Can’t Kill My Love” is a story of passionate love and enduring bravery in a world where innocents think they stand no chance against indoctrinated terrorists.
But they could just be so wrong!
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Genre: FICTION / Romance / SuspenseI'm an Amazon #1 Best-selling author. Many of my books have been on the best-seller list.
Prologue
New Delhi, 2016
I am sitting on my sofa and watching politicians and journalists who call themselves “liberals” lie on television. Lying through their teeth.
Lies, lies and more damn lies.
Whenever I hear them speak, I can feel the heat moving up to my head and my heart pounding with anger.
Yes, anger—because these liberal people speak as if terrorism is not a big issue. That terrorists are not BAD people. That they are just guys like you and me who for some strange, unknown reason, have “wandered off the right path.”
So please don’t call them terrorists—they are only “militants,” militating against what? They can’t (or won’t) explain.
I know these politicians and journalists are anything but compassionate. And yet they want to fight terrorism with compassion.
Killing is not the right solution, they say. Ad nauseam.
For terrorists (yes, that’s the word I will always use), we were and always be—infidels, who deserve to die. But for liberal politicians, terrorists will always be victims of circumstances. How noble!
And what about us? The hapless citizen-refugees?
They say, please come back. We are nothing without you.
But they refuse to call us refugees. Instead, they call us “migrants,” as if we migrated, like migrating winter birds, of our own volition. That’s why their voice sounds so phony to me.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Lisandra Coelho Viviano and Y. W.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Cecilia Molina
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