Zwischenzug: Murder Of My Mysterious Wife, #5

By Ashraf Shaikh

This deadly, riveting, original, suspenseful, terrifying, dark, and shocking series which is a non-stop thrill ride, Murder of My Mysterious Wife is back with:- Zwischenzug.

With an odd assortment of mystery and crime, a pacy, brutal, compelling, gripping, suspenseful crime and murder thriller, with a twist, you won't see coming, will keep you to edge-of-the-seat.

It will keep you guessing to the last shocking page.

Where the headstrong protagonist, Imraan Fazlani, a scandalous writer, is the hostage of the brilliant, shocking, and creepy Boss, to run a heist to Blackburn's shipment in Mumbai. He also learns the dark secrets and the hidden, often devastating truth, from Ibad, about Anthony, he realizes a terrible injustice done to him.

Evolving into an addictive and angst-central monster, Imraan now has a new goal, to hunt Anthony and kill him, that is the main way he can find his wife.

Previous in this Series :-

Alekhine's gun

Maróczy Bind

The Italian Game

Giuoco Pianissimo

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashraf Shaikh
• Release date: Jun 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393330509

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 Song Of Betrayal

It was cold in there. There was a fucking bunker. I never imagined that I would be in a bunker, for god’s sake. I mean, hiding in a tiny cozy tunnel to revive your fears of the police just so you don’t get killed. Humans have built a snarling system to stay off danger, but sometimes, they don’t know; it is dangerous or the fear that keeps them that way. We build fortresses, security systems, and fuck what, but something snaps and our systems fail, and the danger lies in the darkness lurks and fucks us over, only then we realize, it wasn’t danger we were looking out for, but we feared over what is the unknown.

So, we will blow this up, it is arriving in Mumbai dock, in ten days, a guy says looking at me.

Do whatever you want to do asshole why ask me? Who am I anyway but just a goldfish? I am a treasure and all you want is for me to dig your tunnels so I lose my life over your petty dreams and you get the fruits of it. I sat there silent; I stared at the blueprint of the plan; they go in the dock, of maximum security, and break it, like it is some effortless task. It is a heist, for god’s sake, with the government of Mumbai, India, and also Blackburn’s mafia. These motherfuckers were onto something and I only wanted to know what it was.

You think going in, blowing up, is easy? You’ll lose your lives, I asked.

The boss wasn’t here; he was probably in another room chilling with Laila. While I worked my ass off to achieve his dreams. I now promise myself, I won’t fuck any woman, any girl who I find sexy, in this journey, until I find Shanaya, or I die. A man must preserve his seed what he does is spurt and leak on the face of a good-looking piece of crack and loses all focus and zest for life.

Yes, it is easy, also you got to be attacking that is what our leader taught us, the guy said.

Your leader is dead, and you killed him, but still following the teaching of the guy you killed? I asked.

He was an excellent strategist, they said.

Who made this plan, leader? I asked.

Yes, they all nodded.

Well, maybe he knew, he would not be alive early, and that is why he made this plan, as he knows, fools like you will follow suit and get our heads busted, I said.

It is a wonderful plan, if you don’t like it we can change, the guy said.

I need to take a leak, I said.

Boss is having an enjoyable time with Laila, you don’t want to disturb him, when you open and close the doors, it disturbs him, he said.

Don’t irk me I said.

Sit down, sir and tell us if you have something of us since you’re a writer

I sat down. What the fuck does he mean, since I am a writer? Do writers plan a heist and loot government property, and do mafia stuff, cringe asshole.

What do you mean, since I am a writer? I asked finally.

"Sir,