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**MEETI SHROFF-SHAH WAS LONGLISTED FOR THE CWA JOHN CREASEY (NEW BLOOD) DAGGER IN 2022!**Radhi returns home to Mumbai to lick her wounds after a failed relationship and a bout of writer's block, but she soon gets caught up in the tangled mystery surrounding the death of her best friend's father.Among the rarefied circles of Mumbai's posh Temple Hill, there is nothing more tragic than loss of face - not even loss of life.Radhi's pregnant best friend Sanjana's father is found dead in his study. Everyone says it's suicide. And yet, just hours before, he was telling Sanjana that he couldn't wait to hold his grandchild in his arms.Something feels off to Radhi. Her suspicions are further raised by the surly cook and timid young maid's odd behaviour.And who did the second cup of tea on his desk belong to?Radhi is determined to uncover the truth. But the deeper she digs beneath the diamond-studded prayer meetings and the lavishly catered 'pure-veg' brunches, the faster she finds herself drawn into a web of festering grievances, hidden agendas and long-buried secrets.As the intense Indian summer draws to an end and the monsoon sets in, Radhi risks everything to find out the truth.A FABULOUSLY ENGROSSING AND ATMOSPHERIC CRIME MYSTERY THAT WILL TRANSPORT YOU STRAIGHT TO MUMBAI.Fans of Faith Martin, Richard Osman, Victoria Dowd, Vaseem Khan, Ian Moore, Louise Penny, Shamini Flint and Agatha Christie will devour this brilliant, atmospheric murder mystery.
Some people would kill for a good match.In her 30 years as Temple Hill's most renowned matchmaker, Sarla thought she'd seen it all. Blissful unions, marriages of convenience, Mr and Mrs Good Enough. Not to mention the bitter unfortunates who never made it down the aisle.She's received as many threats as thank-yous along the way. Surely no one would actually harm her.A series of threatening notes, sent in blood-red envelopes, suggest otherwise.Then the body of a woman is found at Sarla's office, sprawled on her stomach next to a heavy bronze statue of the Nataraja - the god of dance. Who was the intended victim?Sarla turns to Radhi, Temple Hill's resident amateur sleuth, for help.But in the marriage game, everyone has their secrets. And as Radhi quickly learns, some are more deadly than others.Jealous rivals. Jilted lovers. Jaded rejects. But who among them would be angry enough to commit murder?
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