Geopolitical analysis from the margins of global power
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B. S. DARA
B. S. Dara is an independent geopolitical analyst and author focused on international security, strategic competition, and global power transitions. He has published more than two hundred op-eds in leading Indian newspapers and is the author of three fiction books, which have been added to the collection of the prestigious Qatar National Library. His work focuses on South Asia, the Middle East, and Eurasia, and is guided by strict analytical independence.
B. S. Dara is an independent geopolitical analyst and author focused on international security, strategic competition, and global power transitions. He has published more than two hundred op-eds in leading Indian newspapers and is the author of three fiction books, which have been added to the collection of the prestigious Qatar National Library. His work focuses on South Asia, the Middle East, and Eurasia, and is guided by strict analytical...
THE ONLY SURVIVOR HAS AN ALIBI FOR THE DAY OF MURDER
When Daniele Lucania, a beautiful and ambitious woman in her late thirties is confronted by her daughter, Laura Veneto, over her tumultuous affair with a young and enigmatic Leofardo Renji, the dark secrets unravel and tragedy strikes,...
heartbreaks, monsoon nights, voice notes, and one final goodbye
A love story soaked in sex, silence, and one final goodbye. I, You and Pune, is now out.
In a city that never asked for loyalty, she gave everything. I, You and Pune is a fiercely intimate and unapologetically modern love story about a young MBA graduate who moves to Pune to start a banking career, and ends up in a live-in relationship with a...
Some Loves don't die. They just come back haunted.
When disgraced journalist Sid Rajvansh checks into the crumbling Moonlight Hotel, he finds her, a gorgeous woman in red who doesn’t knock, doesn’t age, and doesn’t belong to the living. She enters his room like a storm wrapped in silk, and every night she returns.
