Deflection: Murder Of My Mysterious Wife, #7

By Ashraf Shaikh

Edge-of-the-seat thriller series, with a gripping, interesting, and pacy story, Murder Of My Mysterious Wife is back with Deflection. Where the headstrong protagonist Imraan Fazlani learns a wicked secret and the hidden, often devastating truth about Anthony, who has three different identities.

But in an odd assortment of mystery and crime, Imraan and Ibad are now chasing Anthony's last location that is connected with his childhood. In this unsettling story, Imraan's howl for mercy which is an obsession to prove himself innocent, hunt Anthony down, turns him into a shocking, very creepy, addictive, and angst-central monster.

Imraan untangles the mysterious childhood and his secrets. The police are after Imraan in a hair-raising hunt, to nab him alive or dead while Imraan goes on a lonely journey to nab Anthony to prove his innocence. 

Read, A brilliant & breathless thriller that kept you guessing to the last shocking page: Deflection

 

Previous in this series;-

1. Giuoco Pianissimo
2. The Italian Game
3. Maróczy Bind
4. Alekhine's gun
5. Zwischenzug
6. En Passant 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashraf Shaikh
• Release date: Jul 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393614593

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

Apples Fell, Gravity Discovered

As the sun awoke on the horizon, I opened my eyes to sand, spit, and sweat, my body submerged in the desert, and Ibad’s nowhere to be found. I was only here, alone, with nothing in my hands and nothing with me to go after. No bicycle, no bombs. I sit up straight and look far ahead into the sun, there is the far-away, which seems like some other world or something, I saw, a jeep, coming through, as I stared through the burning sun, poking my eyes, and making the jeep look wobbly, there stopped the jeep, and came out, three policemen, stared me, from their binoculars. I turned around and started running. As I ran, they shot, they fired they threw bombs, and I dodged the bullets and bombs, the sand rose, and fell on me, and its wetness beneath thwarted upon my face, but I ran, I had to stop at some point right. I can’t keep running in the desert all day, all the time, there comes a time in your life, where you’re always running here was this one. I saw a hut and tried running to get into it. The more I ran, the farther it got away. There is also another point in the lives of many people, who run after one thing and that thing further gets away. The more they run, the more and more their dreams and desires burn and choke them. We call it a mirage. I was chasing a mirage. That hut was the mirage. It disappeared, then it took birth into Shanaya. Waiting for me there, with her arms wide open to embrace me, and I waiting for me to go there to shoot her down. She looked old, like she aged with time, and I think it has been only three months I have been running and she declared dead by the media, how anyone can become so old in three months.

Shanaya ceased to exist and then turned to Anthony, I didn’t know how he looked but; I imagined he must have a huge beard, and thick glasses who hide behind the computer, and hacking systems to get into the game. Typical Bollywood stereotype though, but that is what I felt. Sitting behind his desk, and calling me, as I take a shot of the bullet by the police, the bullet enters my spine, explodes my back, and I fall hitting the sand, the sand poking through my eyes as the sun looks at me and laughs. On one side I see police running towards me,