D E L I C I O U S A M B I G U I T Y  |  the rainbow named trust

Truth is bitter but half-truth is poisonous.

"I know where she buys her groceries, who she meets, where she works. I don't know what her charcoal eyes will look like when they're scared. But I will."

Maira is charmingly elegant and Zaahid is generously handsome. Their perfect life is a perfect lie. Entangled in their strained relationship are three nights that damage their lives forever. But to hope to heal their emotional scars would mean to lead lives on their own terms and find a happiness that works for them. In their rainbow-coloured world of deceitful glamour, nothing is certain. There are only a few you can trust. But what if you are being told only one half of the story?

As stark revelations of the past and unanswered questions overwhelm Maira so does the future she's about to compromise. Now, Maira must realise that an unforgettable tale of love comes at the ultimate price.

Delicious Ambiguity is a deeply personal tale of dark delicious twisty thrilling romance, which embarks on a passionate intriguing journey to discover the lessons of life, love, trust—and above all, the healing power that only truth can bring.

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Delicious Ambiguity © Mahak, 2016. All rights reserved.

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T O P R E V I E W S

"Delicious Ambiguity is about a marriage in the throes of dissolution, a couple headed for catastrophe, concessions that can't be made, and promises that won't be kept. It ensnares the reader from page one and does not let go."

"As the novel advances into treacherous territory, Mahak's elegant, incisive prose gets dirtier, and more dangerous."

"Utterly compelling, gorgeously written and with so many shocks and surprises that I raced through it to find out what happens next."

"Deliciously, WICKED."

"Cleverly plotted, full of suspense and so well-written that it pulls you from the first page."

"Delicious Ambiguity showcases Mahak's talent for blending mystery, romance and nail-biting suspense."

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E X T E N D E D P R E V I E W

"I have looked at you in a million different ways and I have loved you in each," she says in a voice that's just above a whisper.

Long black lashes line her charcoal eyes like velvet ribbons on a delicately wrapped gift and every time she opens them, it feels like Christmas.

With those eyes she looks up at me, longing for an answer, her eyes are buried in a deep sea of hope and all I can do is, stare at her. She's painted in the most fluorescent colours. The pallet God used to create her literally made Picasso shed a tear. She's in fact a string of letters placed delicately in heart-wrenching poems in a universe that's still learning it's a to z.

I don't say a thing because if I do, I know my voice would betray me.

So I again begin to walk away from her when I hear her speak with a voice much more composed.

"I am not your five-minute cigarette break; you cannot light me up when you're in the mood and put me out when you're tired."

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-∞

She changed, so did he.
Her feelings grew stronger,
His died within.
Her smile became fake,
His began to waver.

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They grew alike yet they grew apart.
For the sun and moon
can be rarely seen together.

[-∞, +∞] because everything real lies between these infinities.

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NOTE

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I need someone who can truly be what I need to make everything alright, but these broken and jagged pieces of me, are drawing in the wrong kind of light.

Please drop me a comment or a vote if you think this deserves it and give me a chance to improve. All the love as always, Mahak xx

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