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Book Review: The Best Couple Ever (JustMyThoughts)

 The Best Couple Ever

               - by Novoneel Chakraborty


The best couple ever. Sounds romantic?  Look at the cover picture once, if you will.          


The book is a thriller. well, the word Thriller is less for what it means to experience this book. The surprises you might get may leave you in awe!  The book traces the journey of how 3 friends, Adhik, Satyam and Parth are  destroyed with their lives and their relationships were racked. It was all planed. Buy why and by whom? The book is the answer to your curiosity. the quest of know what happened will grip you after reading the prologue itself.

Kashvi,  Parth's wife is a social media influencer and the main goal of her life is flaunt off herself and fetch likes and comments and popularity and choose the husband to get the most pampering. she is less attached to Parth than her Social media following. Nihit enters her life and takes full advantage of her weakness of craving attention. Misunderstandings are planted between Parth and her and this leads to the first tragedy. Erina, claiming to be Nihit's sister has a role too

The second tragedy occurs between Dhrithi and Satyam. Well, the whole thing was unforeseen for Satyam but again, advantage of Dhrithi's weakness was taken. Who doesn't want to be a better competition and be better when you have Kashvi  to defeat! Kshay and Ananya, new characters in their live was there to make Dhrithi a better social media influencer. Unlike Kashvi, Dhrithi did not have fame served her easy. She was a self made women and wanted to prove her dad, and later Satyam that she isn't the Good Girl who would follow the rules and give in to their constraints,  this rebel inside her force her to take the actions she did and regret it later.

The third tragedy was the screwing up of relationship between Adhik and Sanisha, due to entry of Priyanshi in his life which was no coincidence. Everything is planned and the characters couldn't have a speck of clue how badly they were being destroyed. 

With all these characters , we also have Ashvamedha and Sama his wife (really?). Ashvamedha is a teacher at school and the one thing that concerns him a lot is the question, "what is happiness to you?"  could you tell if  it is the happiness we pretend all over social media or something deeper , yet short term?  

The world of three couples are destroyed and after the whole case have been solved (the whole planned thing was so crazy! loved it!) , the words of the case-solving person were-
"For the first time, a criminal has made me feel guilty about my decision."

To know the whole mystery, grab the book! 
The book has been written in simplest of language so get on the flow of the journey. 
Giving you one short advice, if initially you feel things are getting confusing with so many characters with no significant at all, hold on. the dots would be joined after a certain extent. Go on and don't give up on reading.... it is meant to be surprising. 

Thank you.
ANU.

Comments

  1. The book definitely sounds more than thrilling... And yes, you've described a kinda confusing start, in a not so confusing way... Loved reading 🤓😃

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