Murder Of My Mysterious Wife : Maróczy Bind: Murder Of My Mysterious Wife, #3

By Ashraf Shaikh

Previous in this series, Murder Of My Mysterious Wife: Giuoco Pianissimo & Murder Of My Mysterious Wife: The Italian Game

Imraan Fazlani after he befriends a sexually addicted a strange girl Sara Raghushetty, soon learns that she used to work for Balckburn and he's the one who set up this game form him to fail. 
Sara takes Imraan as a hostage to put him in hands of Blackburn. 
But out o0f nowhere, Laila, whom Imraan met in Guico Painissimo, comes to rescue him out of Sara's spell, and her threat and he learns from Laila that his wife, Shanaya is alive. 

Imraan finds himself in loopholes of games, strategies set by Blackburn, The Boss, and the police. 
Ever till now Imraan has been used, defied, and made hostage every now and then, played by Blackburn, Boss, and police, Imraan learns to take his destiny in his hands after realizing Shanaya's alive and declares a full-fledged war with Blackburn. 

What happens when he declares a war?
Is Shanay really alive or is Imraan played again?
What is Laila's motive to help Imraan?
It is another game played by Blackburn to burn Imraan and Anthony his lone invisible help, in a series of loopholes? 

To Know, Read, "Murder Of My Mysterious Wife: Maróczy Bind

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashraf Shaikh
• Release date: May 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393073109

Ashraf Shaikh

Ashraf Shaikh writes books, which, considering where you’re reading this, makes perfect sense. Ashraf Shaikh is the author of 2 novels, which are, “In Search of Happiness” “Friendship, Love & Sacrifice” and a short story series about to be published, “Love, Lust & Greed”. He lives in Mumbai, India. He is a Bachelor’s of Managerial Studies graduate in Marketing. You can get to his blog by typing the word “ashrafshaikh.com” into Google. Try it. facebook.com/ashrafwrites

Book preview

The Anesthetized Writer

Just when you think everything in your life comes back to normal, that's when you get fucked the most. You should never think like that, why would you, your wife’s murdered by someone, and there is underworld involved, there’s some invisible force behind, there’s an invisible player in this game, whom no one knew until now. Blackburn, who the fuck is Blackburn, and what does he want from me. Why am I the one always getting into trouble?

I am here in Rajasthan, living in a small village, where you have to walk for an hour to get water and food. There’s Sara with me. I always suspected her of everything. I mean why people like this stay with me. She had nothing to do with me, she had a job in Mumbai and she was good there. Why did I bring the girl I didn't want with me, just for sexual purposes? I am an asshole, a complete one.

Hey, babe Sara says with her smudged lips. We were at it, the entire night we fucked, made love, and played around with our bodies. Now we wake up late, in the afternoon. The water here isn't easily available and that means that I have to walk in the scorching heat to fetch water.

I get up and clean my clothes with the sand near the hut. Sara comes out of the hut and removes her tank top. She grabs the sand and rubs on her body. In deserts in extreme conditions, mostly in Muslim countries, when there’s no water available to wash, people used to wash them by sand and then attend their prayers.

She took sand in her palms and rubbed on her navel, and then her boobs. She looks at me and studies my face.

While I see her, thinking why, why do men make a crazy mistake on the verge of having sex. We didn't talk that much, but she stayed around.

Do you need anything? I asked.

She looked at me and looked around, No actually she told me.

I'm going to town to grab food, I said.

Let me come with you, she said wearing her tank top.

We lived like a homeless here. Slept on a made-up hut, and bathed with sand, and had wild sex in nights, slept till afternoon, no right kind of food, and less availability of water.

What about your Mumbai job, do you still have it? I asked.

No, I don't, I felt bored at that job anyway, I didn't want to work there, she said.