Maya Mukhija is charming, intelligent and enigmatic.She has all the riches and power of the world. Maya loves to overpower men. She is the arm-candy wife of an ageing media mogul. Maya is not a loser. But one fine morning, Mumbai police knocks the door of her posh apartment and handcuffs her. “You killed Veena, your daughter,” the Police Commissioner declares. “Veena was my sister, not daughter. And I wished her dead. But I never killed her,” Maya Mukhija replies. The hunt begins through the shadowy yesterdays of Maya Mukhija. Love, treachery and a web of lies peel off the dark truth one by one. Who killed Veena? ls it Maya?
Two threads of lives lay there coiled into a single entity flickering like an eternal flame. The clock ceased movement. Night froze in silence. Sindhu clasped Samsara with frantic desperation. She breathed his sweat, love and obsession.
Artist Neil Ray’s muse vanishes in a blink, leaving him clueless. He sinks into a black void, unable to do anything but wallow in the agony of unrequited longing. His dealer urges him to pick up his brush once more, but Neil has turned into a ghost of his yester years. He simply cannot paint anymore. And then, someone wants to buy a complementary version of one of his old paintings. An inverted image. In a flash, Neil envisions how to settle the equation by exacting a fitting revenge against his lost muse. He will not perish. He will be reborn. Be it at the cost of an apocalypse! Events begin to unfold under the dark shadows of art, sex, black money and vengeance…
They called it the ‘mound of dead’. In other words, Mohenjo-Daro! But beneath those layers of ruin, once flourished a town pulsating with life. There lived Koli with her enigmatic charm, Sindhu with an eyeful of dreams, Girad with his raging passion, the decrepit priest prophesying the doom, and many others. They loved, hated and chased their fixations in manic rage. A series of mysterious deaths ensued from such frenetic hunt for lust, riches and glory. Yet, the inexorable game of destruction did not cease to play, until… they ventured Far Beyond the Dead End... only to be discovered under a heap of rubble four thousand years later.
Life is not poetic. Life is a noise of a thousand loudspeakers blasting away at the same time. But somewhere in this noise, poetry whispers. Such music drowns the noise in a pool of silence. Pain disappears; anger dissolves; sorrow smiles; tears vanish. An untimely smile crosses the lips. And a stroke of rainy wind caresses the eyes and nose. The air resounds with, 'You are not alone in this journey.' The glaring sun turns into an overcast sky... This is a collection of such whispers amid the fanfare of screams, hoots, and jeers.
Artist Neil Ray’s muse vanishes in a blink, leaving him clueless. He sinks into a black void, unable to do anything but wallow in the agony of unrequited longing. His dealer urges him to pick up his brush once more, but Neil has turned into a ghost of his yester years. He simply cannot paint anymore. And then, someone wants to buy a complementary version of one of his old paintings. An inverted image. In a flash, Neil envisions how to settle the equation by exacting a fitting revenge against his lost muse. He will not perish. He will be reborn. Be it at the cost of an apocalypse! Events begin to unfold under the dark shadows of art, sex, black money and vengeance…
Two threads of lives lay there coiled into a single entity flickering like an eternal flame. The clock ceased movement. Night froze in silence. Sindhu clasped Samsara with frantic desperation. She breathed his sweat, love and obsession.
Maya Mukhija is charming, intelligent and enigmatic.She has all the riches and power of the world. Maya loves to overpower men. She is the arm-candy wife of an ageing media mogul. Maya is not a loser. But one fine morning, Mumbai police knocks the door of her posh apartment and handcuffs her. “You killed Veena, your daughter,” the Police Commissioner declares. “Veena was my sister, not daughter. And I wished her dead. But I never killed her,” Maya Mukhija replies. The hunt begins through the shadowy yesterdays of Maya Mukhija. Love, treachery and a web of lies peel off the dark truth one by one. Who killed Veena? ls it Maya?
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