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Book Review :One Arranged Murder (JustMyThoughts)

 One Arranged Murder

             - by Chetan Bhagat(Author)


One Arranged Murder is a novel that deals with untangling a murder mystry . The main protagonists of the story are Keshav and Saurabh . The victim, the person who is murdered is Saurabh's fiance', named Prerna.

The book is written in a very simple language, so difficulty of language is not an issue for reading, and is light hearted with its narrations (maybe as it has 2 FRIENDS  dealing with things).

The book kept me gripped and engaged .The whole story deals with the process of finding the real culprit, the issues faced by Keshav and Saurab , their interaction with police and the family of  Prerna.

                      ( from Google images.) 


If you have read The Girl in Room 105, then you will know that Keshav and Saurabh had their detective agency , of which they are still part of. They both work hard and find the real culprit but the person  ,to whom they put in jail.. is he/she the real culprit !!???

That will unfold in the book itself.

It's a good read.

More reviews on books by Indian Authors

Something I Never Told You 

Stand by Me

I tried bloggingblogging

Random Days, Randon Thoughts

Words of Mirror




Do let me know if you have any thoughts on this or the book.

Thank you

ANU

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