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Not that you’d know it that day, as the five of us swagger up the strip in the town centre. It’s August, just a few months into the start of the school year. The sun is just beginning its descent, and the shop lights twinkle on, one by one. We perch at the gang’s customary spot. It’s a bench at the edge of the mall. If you look down you can see the rest of the town spread out one way. Look the other direction and the entire mall spreads out before you. More importantly, you can see every single girl who walks by. It also gives them a clear view to check us out.
“So remember, stay cool. Don’t give these girls the time of the day,” Tenzin lectures as I take in the scene. “Especially this girl, Miriam—Mirri—boy, I so want to get into her pants. But, you know, got to act all casual around them. Let them come to you, know what I mean?”
“The Italians call this passeggiata,” I say to Tenzin, as I stand next to him at the bench.
The others sprawl in various poses, meant to convey casual disregard of their surroundings. All of them have a lit cigarette that they puff at. Tenzin offers me one, which I refuse. “What the fuck is passe … passage … dude?”
“It’s an Italian tradition,” I say. “A gentle stroll in the evening through the town centre—for which you are meant to dress up, of course—and then you walk through the piazza, to see and be seen.”
“Yeah, whatever, man.” Tenzin puffs away on his cigarette, coughing a little. “You going to Italy or something?”
“Nope, Oxford probably. It’s just … this reminds me of a passeggiata, Indian-style.”
“Dude,” he taps me on my forehead, “all that studying is frying your brains. You need to get out more often. Check out the girls … know what I mean?”
“Hmm! You need both brains and muscles … dude.” I grin, but I know what he means. The flame I’ve been carrying for Ash has died a natural death, but it’s left me with a bitter aftertaste. No, I don’t think I am headed anywhere near girls anywhere soon. I might look at them, but that’s about it for now.
“Hey, Tinny!” A girl in mini skirt, boots over her knees, leather jacket zipped up to enhance the thrust of her breasts, approaches us.
“Tinny?” Did she really call him that? I chuckle. Once. Before wiping all expression off my face.
“Hey, Mirri,” Tenzin nods. He’s playing it super cool, but his body is wound tight; he is almost vibrating in anticipation, hoping to speak with her.
“Who’s your friend here?” She nods at me.
I raise an eyebrow at her and almost choke at the surprise on Tenzin’s face. Apparently she’s interested in me. The rest of the boys are watching us, too distracted to smoke now.
“Ah, my friend, Vik. Vik, meet Mirri.”
I nod, unsure what to do next. Then I put out my hand, and when she places her smaller palm in mine, I kiss it. “Enchanted,” I say.
The boys around me chuckle. But Miriam takes no heed. Taking a step forward, she looks up and her eyes round with interest. Curling a strand of hair around her forefinger, she asks, “So, you want to go see a movie?”
Charm. It definitely gets you everywhere.
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About the origins of Ruby Iyer:
up in Bombay, my daily commute to university was inevitably nightmarish. It’s
just how public transport is here. The man behind you on the bus will brush up
against you. You know you are going to be felt up on a crowded train platform.
All you can do is accept it and get on. Or so you think. I did too, until, a
young photojournalist was raped in the centre of Bombay in broad daylight. It made me furious. Nothing had changed in
this city in all these years. Then, I had a vision of this young girl who would
not back down; who would follow her instincts, stand up for herself regardless
of consequences. Thus Ruby Iyer was
born. Make no mistake, Ruby’s her own person. She leads. I follow. You can
download the RUBY IYER DIARIES, the prequel novelette in the series free HERE
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her best friend is kidnapped, Ruby will stop at nothing to rescue him. Criminals run the streets of Bombay. Jam-packed
with the worst degenerates. The city is a shell of the pride and joy it used to
be. Ruby knows something must be
done, but it isn’t until her best friend is kidnapped by the despotic Dr
Braganza that she knows that she and she alone must save city, save her best
friend, save the world from total destruction. Armed only with Vikram, a
cop-turned-rogue they are about to embark on a road they may never return from. If you’re looking for fast-paced books
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About the Author:
Laxmi writes books similar to Hunger Games while listening to electronica & progressive rock, and downing innumerable cups of extra sweet ginger-chai. She is also an avid photographer of street art and believes she was a tree — a redwood — in her past life. London is where she creates. Bombay is what fires her imagination.