Kingdom Come
Aarti V Raman
Krivi lyer is an embittered former spy and bomb defusal expert with only one regret. That he couldn't catch The Woodpecker, a dangerous, mentally unstable bomber who ended his partner's family.He has a second chance to go after his arch enemy with the arrival of Ziya Maarten, the manager of 'Goonj Business Enterprises' in Srinagar, Kashmir, who is alleged to be The Woodpecker's sister. Except Ziya is a beautiful distraction and not a terrorist's sister. When a tragedy in London tears Ziya's life apart, she can only rely on Krivi to give her the absolution and vengeance she needs to move on. Between training to be an anti-terrorist squad member and finding The Woodpecker, Ziya uncovers the secrets of Krivi's tormented past. But will two tortured souls find the courage to love? Set against the serene beauty of Kashmir, Ladakh and Tibet, Kingdom Come is a gripping story of death and loss, vengeance and retribution, love and life.
About the Author (#ulink_27e3ce72-b149-5903-a9ab-8ab2b0a3e8eb)
AARTI V RAMAN lives in Mumbai, India and has a degree in mass media from Mumbai University. She has always dreamed of being either a romance writer or a lawyer and decided to pursue a writing career from a very early stage.
Aarti has already published a romantic thriller under the name Aarti V and has more works coming out in 2014. Her favorite dream of writing for Harlequin Mills and Boon has finally come true and she hopes to continue this fantastic relationship with many more love stories and fascinating characters.
Aarti loves to watch movies, TV series and read other romances and travel to different places in order to find a new hero and a new story.
Kingdom Come
Aarti V. Raman
This book is dedicated to
Mom, my own true North
The Big Guy in the Sky
Navneet Bhaiya, because he took us all along to meet the Big Guy. (winks)
Yashesh and Nams. For me, from now on, December will always be yours, guys. Happy Wedding Month, my beautiful, wacky couple. I love you both so much! And Santosh and Kinjal, Gauri and Viraj, whose weddings I couldn’t attend because I am busy with Kingdom Come. I hope this makes up for my absence, guys.
Akshay Kumar, Kit Bale and Edgar Ramirez, all of whom have helped me to mold Krivi’s head and heart and eyes. No, but seriously. Thanks.
Ass Back Home by Gym Class Heroes feat. Neon Hitch. Your song looped, looped my book. Thank you.
And Abby. For the thing in the night. Again.
For all the brave soldiers, known and unknown who defend this fair world against the enemy, both without and within. And for all the women who are strong enough to stand by their sides and give them their hearts.
Four special people need to be simultaneously thanked and dedicated to, so am picking the dedication for them. Pippa Roscoe, Assistant Editor at Harlequin UK, who stuck by me for two long years and didn’t once tell me I sucked at writing Harlequin Romance. And, I finally don’t, Pippa. Amrita Chowdhury, Country Head of Harlequin India, who took a chance on a total unknown because she really believed in my voice. Varsha Naik, yes, you chop my book. But I like the way you do it. Live long and chop more. And lastly, Deepika Singh, Harlequin India marketing director, who followed up with one desperate woman’s desire to be published by the greatest romance publishing house in the world.
You guys have rocked my world.
Thank you (#ulink_75022293-4ec3-5e74-9824-ece94b74ccf7)
Akshay Kumar, for providing so much inspiration that I just had to write you down. My style.
Edgar Ramirez, for being the intensity I was looking for.
For my mum, dad and lovable, zany family who decided what the heck, let’s go to Kashmir, anyway. I would never have been able to figure out where to set Kingdom Come, if it weren’t for you guys. Thanks a ton.
DCP Randip Dutta of the CRPF and his lovely wife, who were kind enough to give me a glimpse of the hard life of a soldier and the woman who stands by him. Thank you for that, and for the Dal Lake boat ride through cold, driving rain. I can never forget that.
Jaysh. Honey, you are the rock, upon which I stood while writing this one.
Abbas, for being generous and amazing enough to be my OCD. I couldn’t have done this without you. I seriously wouldn’t have.
My entire iPod playlist, every single song was chosen with a very specific purpose.
Dhee, Nams, Suki, Sonu, Pra, VJ, Amitava, Yashesh, Karths, Pooj, Jaysh, Abby, Chitta, Chitti, Bharti Chits, Mom and Dad who didn’t blink an eyelash while encouraging me to aim for the stars. Who didn’t think me less than capable of something like this.
Max, for always being the one that I love.
“How do you kill a man who has no Achilles heel? You cut off his foot.”
—Tom Jones.
Table of Contents
Cover (#u16514541-79bd-5cf4-84ab-f12462d5da62)
About the Author (#u8b157ae8-f427-5787-809a-023df0f8e93f)
Title Page (#uc7926750-c60a-5c83-abc8-7669db1df4bf)
Dedication (#u35e268cb-50b4-5087-9344-96fa889ed728)
Thank you (#ubd3a210f-7b1d-5bc5-9127-41e68236b370)
Epigraph (#ue186de90-7b2f-5bbe-8ce5-38f4224da55d)
prologue (#uaab24219-b882-5760-b72a-f2c7c5817b36)
STEP ONE: IDENTIFICATION (#u3b532392-ce01-5e00-b51a-fd42ed4bece8)
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