You can find most of the novels here - UC Forum_UC Browser Official Community_The best mobile browser Here is the direct link - All Yours. All Yours, Stranger book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. For those of you who don't know me yet, I'm Rivanah Bannerjee. All Yours, Stranger_ Some Myste - Novoneel Chakraborty - Download as PDF File .pdf), Text File .txt) or Download as PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd Rivanah asked. tapped on Contacts and went to a name that read Stranger.
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For those of you who don't know me yet, I'm Rivanah Bannerjee, a Kolkatan trying to find her footing in Mumbai. Even though I'm currently in a relationship with a. Wickedly plotted, All Yours, Stranger—Novoneel Chakraborty’s gripping follow-up to his hugely popular Marry Me, Stranger—will keep you on the edge of your seat until the last page. This is Book Two of the Stranger Trilogy. Books related to All Yours, Stranger. All Yours Stranger. May 7, | Author: siddhu99 | Category: N/A. DOWNLOAD PDF - MB. Share Embed Donate. Report this link.
Exam Warriors by Narendra Modi is an inspiring book for the youth. Written in a fun and interactive style, with illustrations, activities and yoga exercises, The stranger has gone missing since the police tried to nab him unsuccessfully. Where is he? What does he want from me? Why did he come into my life in the first place? Will he ever contact me again?
Stranger is proved as a friend as well as a foe for her through out the story. But with my point , Stranger seems to be someone who wants to put Rivanah on the path of Righteous. On pushing Rivanah on the quest to of ' Hiya Chawdry' mystery , Stranger tried to make her feel her true worth. Author had put number of twist in the story which makes it a cliffhanger and makes the journey of reader more like driving in the hills on cutting edge roads.
Totally captivating Kudos to the Author Jun 05, Amy rated it liked it It's a 2. While the mystery kept me turn pages,it was obvious that towards the end there would be a cliff hanger and there was. Thankfully I had the next one too with me so continued with the novel and the reviis going to be for both :All yours, Stranger and Forget me not, Stranger. The basic plot is clear if you read the blurb. The character Rivanah Bannerjee is both annoying and dumb.
Personal opinion. The only e It's a 2. The only exciting thing about this novel was Stranger. I kept on reading only to know where this is going. I didn't need the final novel to know what was wrong with Rivanah , pretty much easyto guess that. But I was sure even if I guessed the stranger, it wouldchange in the end albeit the grand twist and all! With her in London and Nitya taking care of Danny. It was then that Rivanah realized what she had forgotten the whole time.
At four in the morning she sat up on her bed. What if Danny and Nitya continued to live together after she shifted to London? Let me call you later. Sridhar told her to keep her passport ready. It made her jittery.
And when she did tell him after she reached home. They awkwardly broke their embrace completely. And somewhat neurotic too. In your absence. None were delivered. After sending it she checked her messages to the stranger once again.
None of them were switched on. She called those numbers. After a long time the nightmare had returned. She wondered what was wrong and walked on.
And through the grill saw her own self trapped inside. As she walked down the lane she realized it was unusually quiet. She reached the spot only to realize it was the same place where she started from. She kept running from one end of the lane to the other in a loop. Rivanah got down from the autorickshaw at the start of the lane which led to her building. She quickly gulped some water from the bottle by her side and. As she for the umpteenth time tried to run to the other end. The moment she reached the end of the lane.
She screamed for help but there was nobody around. But this new problem. The adjoining shops were shut. She had reached the same spot she had got out at. How is it possible? She turned with a fear slowly rising in her. She checked her watch: Its light fell directly on a grilled manhole. With unsteady steps Rivanah reached the manhole. Accompanying the hand was a voice. Danny was sound asleep beside her. She found her mind working even more maliciously.
But as her own self saw her peeping. Rivanah was sweating by now.
And from inside it a hand came up. Help me. She knew she had to still convince her parents about him but she was ready to fight it out. Rivanah felt choked. As if her mind had nothing else to think about.
Sleep had been a far cry for Rivanah ever since coming back to Mumbai the previous weekend. She caressed his hair. Rivanah sat up. When did she become so insecure? She knew that the chances of Danny leaving her for Nitya were negligible but the thought still bothered her a great deal. The guys on the bike had closed in on the autorickshaw. She looked down and noticed a jogger on the footpath.
They laughed in a lurid manner. It was the same tracksuit she had worn to the gym when she was trying to woo Danny last year. There was a tiffin box. At least the motion of jogging took her mind off the garbage she had been pondering over almost all day and night.
Rivanah peeped out and realized the guys would catch up with them before they reach the police station. Rivanah took out the umbrella and pulled its stem out without opening it. The autowallah asked them to behave only to be rebuked in the dirtiest of cuss words. Rivanah slowed down on seeing a young girl running towards her. Hence I left home early. She would have burst into tears if she had not withdrawn herself away from him right at that moment.
On an impulse she put on her tracksuit. Things had moved so fast. The driver looked at her expectantly. The autowallah took a U-turn and accelerated. Dawn had just broken. She spotted an autorickshaw approaching. Once that was done. Rivanah felt the morning air work as an elixir as she started jogging on the lonely road right in front of her apartment. But these two boys have been following me and. The girl stopped right beside Rivanah. What happened?
Ishita was the only one whom she could call a friend in Mumbai other than Danny. Her thoughts shifted to how Ishita and she had tried to woo Danny together and how miserably the former had failed. Rivanah looked around. The guy riding pillion shouted to the one driving the bike that now they had two girls—one for his friend and one for him.
She waited for the girl to come close to her. A tiny smile touched her face. She went and drew the curtain of the window to inhale the fresh morning air. The autowallah drove away from the bike but Rivanah asked the driver to take the auto close to the bike once more.
In the evening she called her mother. I hope you are not hurt. Why are you calling at this time? But you generally call around eight in the evening. Never be afraid of such louts. There was a rehearsal for a show which was supposed to be attended by a top-notch film director and thus Danny had the right reason to tag along with Nitya.
A smile of realization touched her face. She went to her flat. The latter had of late started working as an assistant to a famous stylist who had ample links in the film industry.
In a way. While moving into her apartment building she realized that if this incident had happened two years back she would have never been able to help the girl the way she did this morning. Though it was usual for Danny to not call her when he was out for work.
Rivanah had felt a strong jerk in her hand but it was nothing serious. Nor did a call or message come from him. Next time they would remember not to harass a girl on the road. The guts. He was the one who had unlocked a secret Rivanah hidden within herself: They hurled abuses at Rivanah as the autowallah sped past them. These were the same words the stranger had once written on one of the embroidered white cloths he had sent her.
She was in IT and there was no reason why Danny would ever tag along with her to her office. Five times that day she picked up her phone.
By then even Danny and Nitya were ready.
They feed on our fear. Rivanah got off the auto at the closest traffic signal. The fact that Nitya worked at a place where Danny could seek his professional break made Rivanah feel like an outcast.
Many a time she thought of sharing her fear about Danny with her mother. The handsome guy was beside her. In fact he flashed a smile at her which infuriated her and made her desperate to get out of the place. And trust me.
By the time she understood they were triplets. Nitya asked her. Just when she thought she would have to resign to her inner loneliness. Excusing himself. Was it time for her to accept the fact that. Next a car came and stopped right in front of her. And there she saw Danny and Nitya waiting for her. She hoped Danny would leave Nitya and come to her.
Something she had never thought was possible in her wildest dreams. It was like he read her mind. Rivanah dressed up quickly and took a cab to Hype.
Then he went backwards. In the evening Rivanah went to a lonely flat. At around eleven at night she got a call from Danny asking her to come to Hype. Rivanah instantly agreed. Once they were done with the photos. Rivanah stood awed at what was happening. Nitya excused herself to go to the washroom and he tried to explain. Rivanah talked with her mother for the next fifteen minutes.
They cut the cake at midnight. Being a grown up. As they danced. To add to it he was drop- dead handsome. One of the triplets started backing their car but was soon sandwiched by a police vehicle from behind. A siren was flashing above it. By then the two guys had let go of Rivanah inside the car. Rivanah meanwhile kept looking all around as if she knew he had to be around. The three looked in front of the car. She unlocked the door and got out. Four policemen—two from each vehicle—came towards the car and knocked on the darkened windshield.
Two policemen were standing by the jeep.. Who informed you? There was a jeep in front of them. The policemen took the three guys inside one of their jeeps. She fought hard but before her fear paralysed her to surrender herself to the look-alike beasts. One of the police jeeps had dropped her back at the nightclub. The address is. The details say it was Hiya Chowdhury. It had to be a wrong address. Follow it hard and you shall reach me. And before she could ask the stranger about it he had vanished from her life.
Rivanah framed in her mind. But the answer to her next question revealed the reality. The message. Last night when the policeman had mentioned the name Hiya Chowdhury.
It was the next night. Rivanah had kept all the white cloths she had received embroidered with the messages from the stranger in her cupboard. I was jealous seeing Nitya and you dance.
It was a man. But the phone call also meant the stranger had been keeping an eye on her like always. The stranger was around. Danny called her and asked if she could come down to Phoenix instead. Indigo is fine. Then together they headed towards Phoenix Mall. Rivanah joined Danny in Andheri after which they picked up Nitya from her office. Or was it because she judged her own self?
You sound disconnected. Sridhar let her leave for the day. Once her medication is over and the doctor tells me it is okay for her to stay alone. Of late. After some time Rivanah opened hers and kept staring at Danny as if she was trying to understand herself by looking at him.
Was it because. She had no idea when she fell asleep. He agreed to. Though Rivanah tried to help Nitya choose the dresses she needed. She could have asked Danny to skip meeting Nitya and meet her in Indigo instead. He came closer and said. The next day Nitya had to shop for some outfits for the stylist she was working for.
He wanted to tell her that he found her sudden unwillingness to go on-site rather weird. I was having a good time. Just prior to that Rivanah had called him for lunch at Indigo Deli in Andheri. She called Danny to ask if he could drop her. She went into one of the trial rooms and quickly stripped off her kurti and leggings and her bra.
Then Rivanah went outside the store and looked at them through the glass from a distance. While Danny was involved in suggesting something to Nitya.
Before he could speak her lips were on his. Their kiss broke for a moment and there was a sudden eye-lock. The indifference in Danny triggered a sudden and strong urge in her to get his attention. Rivanah headed towards the lingerie section in an adjacent multipurpose store and picked up three bras and three matching G-strings. In a flash her hand was at his groin and he felt her hand massaging his semi-erect penis over his jeans.
Next she sent a picture of herself in the purple G-string. She then sent him yet another picture wearing another set of lingerie. She put on the purple- coloured bra which she had brought with her and clicked a selfie with a pout.
He messaged back: Where are you? Rivanah had a mischievous smile on her face. She cut the line without answering. Danny wanted to break free but he heard Rivanah say. She WhatsApped the picture to Danny immediately and waited desperately for him to come online on the app.
Half a minute later. From below the door she could see a shadow moving close to the trial room. On the one hand it aroused him and on the other he was worried about Nitya since he had rushed off without telling her. The urgency of it only excited the sexual flame within. Danny immediately called up on seeing the picture.
As if that was the only relief she knew of to the itch that her insecurity had become. Rivanah took a couple of steps back. She smooched him with a deep passion that emboldened Danny to get into the act as well. It had been some time since they had made love. Soon she knew what exactly she had to do. It was the language of insecurity that made her read their behaviour in one particular dimension only.
Then she looked down. His hands were on her butt over her G-string while hers were cupping his face. She looked around casually trying to think of a plan of action to make Danny run to her. Danny had never seen such aggressive sexual behaviour in Rivanah before. This time when he called her. I never knew that. Rivanah gave her a hundred-rupee note for allowing Danny inside the trial room. He pulled out of her instantly.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Rivanah could now see both of them in the mirror in front. She went out only to see Nitya crying profusely. The latter had fainted. It was the same doctor who had treated Nitya after her failed suicide attempt. I knew it.
She took a deep breath and then put on her dress. He was angry with Danny for being negligent and strictly asked him to keep her out of any kind of emotional turmoil. Rivanah was taken aback by his accusatory tone. By evening she seemed fine. It was only when they reached home and Nitya was asleep that Danny spoke to Rivanah.
While taking Nitya back home. But he paid no attention. A moan escaped her. He was about to start his thrusts when they heard something: Nitya was calling out to Danny in a helpless. Danny quickly unzipped. So all she has right now is me. A loser was staring back at her. The salesgirl who had taken Rivanah to the trial room came to her with an annoyed expression.
Finish what you started. Her own self never aroused her more than it did at that moment. In no time Danny was outside the trial room. She had never seen Danny as worried and tense as he was in those few hours. It dropped to the ground. Danny rushed Nitya to the doctor with Rivanah quietly accompanying him.
Danny slowly inserted his penis in her wet vagina. She was admitted to a nursing home for some time. In the hours that followed. Danny gave her a stern look. He turned her. The rest of Rivanah was pretty tense. Why else did you send me your hot pics? Am I not allowed to do that?
But why did you have to do it when I was with Nitya? Do you know how tough it has been for me since I came back from Kolkata and saw Nitya putting up here?
Their spat was fast taking a dangerous turn. Nitya tried to kill herself! He had never spoken to her in such a high-pitched tone before. It reminded Rivanah of her cousin Meghna and Aadil. That, she knew, was bad news. But only till now.
She felt weak from within, just like she did when she had seen Ekansh with another girl a year back. Only this time she feared this weakness could be irreversible. She somehow managed to stumble towards the couch and collapsed on it, sobbing hard. Why was she alone? Someone who would say she did the right thing and that Danny was the one being insensitive?
Someone who would not judge her but appreciate the fact that anyone in her place would have done and felt the same and whatever she was going through was absolutely normal? Absolutely human? She knew who that someone was. But the question was, where was that someone?
Danny came back around two at night. With Nitya sleeping in their room, Rivanah was lying down on the sofa-cum-bed. The moment she heard the door unlock, she turned around and feigned sleep. She had left ample amount of space for Danny to sleep beside her but he chose to sit on the beanbag instead.
By morning she had had enough. Rivanah called all the phone numbers she had stored of the stranger but found all of them still out of service. Earlier maybe it was a luxury for her to connect to the stranger but overnight it had become a need.
And a burning need at that. That day Rivanah went to office with an idea of how to connect with the stranger.
Perhaps the only one she knew with whom she could talk, exposing her naked emotional self. She designed a fake document about some fictitious astrological guru with some fake numbers, took a printout and then made exactly fifty-four photocopies of it.
There were fifty-five flats in Krishna Towers where she lived in Lokhandwala. When she returned from office in the evening she went to each and every flat with the photocopied pamphlet to hand it over to the residents herself. The real intention was to know if there was any flat which was locked for the world outside but inhabited secretly, just like it was when she lived in Sai Dham Apartments in Goregaon East.
To her dismay there was not a single flat that was locked up. Every flat either had families or couples living in it. The probability of the stranger living with a family seemed farfetched to Rivanah. And yet the nightclub incident with the triplets was proof enough that he was keeping an eye on her. What was stopping him from contacting her? Could it be. She finally thought she had got the answer. Rivanah went to the Goregaon police station.
Inspector Kamble who had been helping her with the case seemed more than happy to see her. How are you? My daughter finally got a placement here in Mumbai. Such a relief it is. I want to take back my complaint. Her main purpose was something else. As you say. But do let me know if anything comes up. I thought, since you are of her age, perhaps you could help me understand how youngsters think.
So let her have her way. Thank you. She was sure the stranger was watching her. If he could know so much about her then he would also know she had taken her case back. If the police was the reason he was hiding, he better show up now. She climbed into an autorickshaw, burning with curiosity.
Her cold war with Danny continued. She was yet to forgive him for leaving her sexually frustrated the other day. Instead of going to work in the morning, Rivanah went to Dahisar where she used to teach the ten kids: She did visit the place a day after Abhiraj was wrongly caught as the stranger.
Her only consolation was that she had done her part by then. She had shared her good luck. Standing near the space. She entered her office premises. Rivanah stayed there for some time. Or was it all in her head? Rivanah finally took an autorickshaw to her office.
She thought one particular man was following her. Maybe you already know how to beat stress. Rivanah quickly climbed back into the auto.
Perhaps the stranger had put those ten kids in some school somewhere as he had once told her he would. But Rivanah was frustrated. Rivanah thought and said. But why was he still not making his presence felt? Especially when she needed him the most. Main barabar leke jayega na aapko office. She stopped and let the man pass by. Why was the stranger not approaching her when it was clear that he was still interested in her? Why else would he send the police to save her? And how else would she know how the hell Hiya Chowdhury was linked to her?
Once in her cubicle Rivanah was informed by one of her teammates that their company had invited a psychiatrist for a one-hour pep talk with all its employees on how to bust everyday-life stress and improve productivity at the workplace. Rivanah deliberately skipped the pep talk but went up to the psychiatrist during the lunch break. As she walked on the footpath she kept turning back.
She was convinced the stranger was behind her. Dr Bineet Ghoshal looked at her and said with a smile. Whenever the autorickshaw stopped at any traffic signal she stepped out of the vehicle and looked sharply at other cars. She got off the auto a little before her office. All along she kept an eye around her.
A few did turn up but none were from the ten she had taught. He did. She would have been happy if the man had turned out to be the stranger.
Though she was crestfallen. In its place stood a tiny grocery store now. Dr Ghoshal was staring at the floor. The name is taken from the famous fairy-tale character where the girl needs some external support to stabilize herself. His deep frown told her he was thinking hard. Here too you need him to stabilize your problems. Soon Rivanah found herself walking with Dr Ghoshal in the smoking zone of her office which was free from the normal office hustle of the lunch hour.
Rivanah started to feel disgusted thinking about the stranger. And now you have developed a complex. She stopped too. Special friend. You can say a friend. I want support and solutions from him. That is it. He suddenly stopped. Very cleverly and manipulatively he had pushed her to rely on him and now when she was an emotional loner yearning for him.
I really miss you. Her heart was racing fast as she waited for her phone to ring. Or was that a sadistic joke of yours? Rivanah waited for a possible response. The ones outside are busy with their life. I loved Danny. Please come back into my life. She was slightly taken aback.
Only one more hour. And then the doorbell rang thrice in a row. Rivanah stood up. One minute became twenty with no call flashing on her phone. He will call. I need to talk to you. One minute. There was none. When the fifty-ninth minute came she found herself perspiring with every second. You think only you can play games with me?
Frustrated and emotionally exhausted she cried out aloud. It opened directly to the message screen. Rivanah immediately called that number. And with each passing minute fear ate away at her. She even squashed a couple of cockroaches but they were real ones. Rivanah kept repeating under her breath.
I thought I would have you at least. A few minutes later she lifted her head and unlocked her phone once. Nobody spoke. Rivanah too paused for some time. She slowly collapsed on the floor.
After Rivanah went back home in the evening. There was a small tick against one of the messages. She kept staring at the messages waiting for them to be delivered. Someone answered after the second ring. Rivanah knew who it was but before she could call out to him she passed out. In the pitch-darkness a strong fragrance of Just Different. Rivanah reluctantly went to open the door. As she was unlocking it she turned back when the lights of her flat suddenly went off.
She wanted to be alone. Looking around she knew she was alone and yet she had a feeling she was not. Please let me know whenever you are ready. Her clothes were the same as the ones she was wearing the previous night. In a flash she turned and sat up. Why else would anyone ask what his or her father looked like? How may I help you? But there was a haunting silence in the room which scared Rivanah.
I am speaking from your hotel. She drew herself closer to the table and picked up the phone. She dialled the reception.
The Taj. Now he was sure: Any problem? It was a tidy room with everything in its place. I guess. You checked in last night. She turned right to see a small bedside table atop which there was a lamp.
She felt something soft touch her skin. Is the network all right now? And he was interested because she was important. The Taj reception. She picked up the hotel landline once again and dialled the reception. God knows what the stranger had told them. And yet she believed it. This was nothing compared to what the stranger had done before to her. And now she was here. It sounded the same to the receptionist. The seminar is indeed going well.
It only meant he was still interested. Rivanah thought. She called her parents next. The threat worked! Neither her parents nor Danny knew where she was. But why here in this hotel room? Another thought dawned on her. She had threatened the stranger before that. We tried to call but your phone was unreachable. She picked it up. Rivanah moved aside as he entered the room.
Rivanah applied some jam on the croissant and took a bite—it was delicious. She played it. The man went to one side and pressed a button on a wall. He went in and put the tray on the centre table. It showed the badly bruised faces of the triplets. She opened the closet which was empty except for a small old Nokia phone placed on one of its shelves. She came forward and inspected the tray. A private number was flashing on it.
On it was written: Somewhere something was. It was room service. And the view that came up left Rivanah spellbound. She had never seen Mumbai from this point of view.
She kept her coffee aside and picked it up. Rivanah paused the video and followed the sound to a corner of the room which had a dressing table and a closet. Rivanah frowned but realized instantly that the person must be using a voice morphing software and was probably calling from a computer. Did the hotel boy know about it? She looked towards the big LED television in the room.
Picking up the cafe latte. She answered the call. She went and plugged the pen drive in. The curtains in the room slowly began to draw themselves to a side. She could see the Gateway of India at some distance and the bustling crowd around it. The voice was deep. She frowned. She listened hard. Precisely then she heard a sound. She was full after having half of it.
All three looked dazed. And all of them were muttering the same thing: She said bye quickly and went to open the door. There was a video there. It had some fresh fruits in a bowl. The silence that followed told her that the stranger was listening. So I hunted them down and did a few things so that they never hunt again. I have almost been compelled to see what I kept myself away from earlier—Danny and Nitya together.
She would find out how exactly Hiya was linked to her but before that she had other things on her mind. I like it. From the time Nitya has come into our life. It makes me feel miserable. They went scot-free after bribing the police.
She took her time to frame her next question and kept it simple. I feel my relationship with Danny is slipping out of our grasp. Somewhere it makes. The stranger had asked her this many times. Only she knew how much she had waited for this. After a long time she was feeling calm talking to someone. The question made her recollect something: When was the last time you made a terrible.
Perhaps the psychiatrist was right. And the next weekend it was some other girl they tried to hunt. She indeed was suffering from the Cinderella complex. Rivanah was happy to connect to the stranger. She continued. Most of us never get this difference. I see Danny giving it to Nitya. You would have expressed it all to Danny. With love comes only one thing: She said. I just want to be sure. Are you out of your mind?
Whose job is it then. I thought you were becoming smarter. Most of us never remain happy in a relationship either. Since we presume it. The exclusivity I thought I enjoyed. And honesty is different from loyalty.