ABOUT SAURABH DUDEJA
Saurabh Dudeja, dubbed as Youngest Youth Icon by Infibeam and Life-Transforming Author by Homeshop18, was born on 10th September 1989.
The Square of Secrets!
...Suspense Thriller

SUHANI - A supermodel face all set to win the Pageant Beauty Contest, but lives under the black shadow of an unknown since birth.
ADITYA - right when is pumped up to divulge the mysteries of his past, a spark of fierce innovation triggers his mind.
SID - alleged for an unjustifiable crime born out of his malicious intentions, and awaits the day of his deep-rooted vengeance.
The time reality is perceived true by someone, is the time to trick that someone with an illusion – That’s what Gambling is all about. Gambling - a weird game wherein gambler who wins thinks he wins all the time, but the one betting on the gambler is the one who actually wins, forever... One tries to gamble the destiny of the other to turn time in his favour, but time forges itself reversing all the rules of his game to gamble with his fate....
One fights against the curse one was born with as a consequence.... One broken link, one big blunder and their life turns topsy-turvy.
What if your past holds the secret key to destroy your future? What if your blessed birth turns out to be your tragic curse? If so, who will appear to lift your curse?
Plunge into the skydiving of vicious thriller where they face it all- Unacceptable cryptic love, hilarious relations, ingenious plots, twists of fate, hollow customs, and above all, their own mistakes.
LEAD CHARACTERS
- Sid
- Aditya
- Suhani
- Shekhar
EXCERPT from the Book
PULL THE CHAIN! PULL THE DAMN CHAIN!
A male voice screamed, in a flash, as if his thing had got jammed in zip of his pants. Indeed, he shouted because of me. I crawled down, gasping heavily, on the floor of Rajdhani Express, Coach B-2, Birth no. 42. The train had just escaped and traversed only a kilometre’s distance.
“Hold on! Hold on, son! I’m a doctor,” a man barked out.
“This normally happens with a person travelling for the first time in an A/C train. The compartments smother you as if someone has rammed a tube-light down your throat. Let me check!” he added and began examining. He was almost a perfect sphere, triple my waist size I figured, dressed in navy blue jeans and a green shirt with buttons that were threatening to burst open. It felt as if our whole damn planet was sitting beside me.
“No need to worry. No need to worry. He’ll be fine in a minute or two,” the doctor said confidently, releasing my wrist. The very moment—That instant—the same bloody second he uttered those ‘No need to worry’ soothing words, I began panting more heavily. My whole damn body was shivering as if breath would escape just now, and I would die right there and then, putting all blame on the doctor’s collar.
Watching my pathetic ‘Any-time-death’ condition, the doctor, who was almost drowned in tons of sweat by then, fumbled to pull the train’s chain. Chain- that was more in demand than the doctor himself.
“CALL THE AMBULANCE!” he barked louder this time. Ambulance- the loudest word of all. The train halted two kilometres from Bangalore City station. I was a kind of laughing inside while watching the wretched condition the doctor was in by now. You just pinch him once and he would break into kilolitres of tears.
Soon ambulance siren was heard crying sharp like hell. It grew stronger with every passing second till it was crying under my ears and above my shoulders. These bloody ambulance sirens, truly, were fully capable of killing a patient faster than the time he would have otherwise taken to die normally.
Doctor and his beautiful daughter (around 21 of age in skin-tight attires) crutched me up to the stretcher. I tried hard not to stare at her and not to let my tongue hang loose.... but I couldn’t resist resting my hand on her smooth-as-hell back as she supported my weight and her father tried his best to throw me onto the stretcher. I could never explain that awesome feeling of fondling back of a smoking hot girl right under her dad’s nose.
There I was, dropped badly into Artemis Ambulance, like a badly tampered cricket ball. The doors were latched and I lay there gasping, flat on my back on the narrow bed. It was so damn packed like Indian local buses that there was hardly any space inside to sprawl out. White bed-sheet was all bathed in bloodstains - big, round and deep red stains. I felt nauseated as its smell flowed through my nostrils to vibrate my entire stomach. Even someone was not yet a patient would instantly become one, once dragged into this space.
My eyes half closed, I could see the trademark south Indian nurse, one of those kinds who the moment see new patient can’t control their thirst to bang injection square on rumps of the patient. She fine-tuned the quantity of liquid injection, adjusting the plunger a couple of times, ready to go for the kill.
3.. 2.. 1.. GO!.
“HOLD ON! HOLD ON! I am all fine. I can walk. I can talk. I can breathe. I can fu…” I yelled at her, heaving myself up in one quick motion and sitting upright on the bed.
“Aaaaahh!” the nurse screamed, all frozen and scared as hell. She flung the expensive injection in the direction of the door. The driver brought the van to a screeching halt, hearing her outcry. I could think of nothing, but to swoosh out of the closed door like Superman, only the one without red underwear of course.
“SORRY! SORRY! You are as charming as red wilted rose on an autumn morning,” I smiled, moving her cheeks sideways. I knew my statement was bitchy contradictory, in no way complimenting her beauty, but then it made the nurse smile.
“I am in rush. I gotta go,” with these words, I sprung out like a laser beam from any antenna straight to a satellite.
All those events were planned. Crazy, isn’t it?
This was me, ‘not-so-sick’ dude—Insane, Intelligent, and of course— Innocent. It was today I realised that I was the most indisciplined, the most irresponsible and the most uncivilised person on planet earth as I had—
Made a running train stop by pulling the chain (though I was not the one who actually did so). Stirred up the soul of a doctor, his death almost rising up to the epiglottis of his throat. Groped the back of a young beautiful girl, the doctor’s daughter (honestly, against my principles). Called an ambulance; other genuine patient could have needed it more. Made a nurse’s eyeballs rolled up, and an expensive injection had broken into pieces. So, she had to pay some bucks as penalty to hospital. Maybe much more than her monthly salary. But again, my smile was what she compensated for. After breaking all the laws, being uncivilised, I was intuitively racing back for a dreadful reason orchestrated by fate and forged by time... A reason that pulled us all into cryptic maze of a mysterious destiny…..
The only question unanswered was: Will I be able to stop the ongoing disaster that had come as a result of gamble which was played against the fate………?
A male voice screamed, in a flash, as if his thing had got jammed in zip of his pants. Indeed, he shouted because of me. I crawled down, gasping heavily, on the floor of Rajdhani Express, Coach B-2, Birth no. 42. The train had just escaped and traversed only a kilometre’s distance.
“Hold on! Hold on, son! I’m a doctor,” a man barked out.
“This normally happens with a person travelling for the first time in an A/C train. The compartments smother you as if someone has rammed a tube-light down your throat. Let me check!” he added and began examining. He was almost a perfect sphere, triple my waist size I figured, dressed in navy blue jeans and a green shirt with buttons that were threatening to burst open. It felt as if our whole damn planet was sitting beside me.
“No need to worry. No need to worry. He’ll be fine in a minute or two,” the doctor said confidently, releasing my wrist. The very moment—That instant—the same bloody second he uttered those ‘No need to worry’ soothing words, I began panting more heavily. My whole damn body was shivering as if breath would escape just now, and I would die right there and then, putting all blame on the doctor’s collar.
Watching my pathetic ‘Any-time-death’ condition, the doctor, who was almost drowned in tons of sweat by then, fumbled to pull the train’s chain. Chain- that was more in demand than the doctor himself.
“CALL THE AMBULANCE!” he barked louder this time. Ambulance- the loudest word of all. The train halted two kilometres from Bangalore City station. I was a kind of laughing inside while watching the wretched condition the doctor was in by now. You just pinch him once and he would break into kilolitres of tears.
Soon ambulance siren was heard crying sharp like hell. It grew stronger with every passing second till it was crying under my ears and above my shoulders. These bloody ambulance sirens, truly, were fully capable of killing a patient faster than the time he would have otherwise taken to die normally.
Doctor and his beautiful daughter (around 21 of age in skin-tight attires) crutched me up to the stretcher. I tried hard not to stare at her and not to let my tongue hang loose.... but I couldn’t resist resting my hand on her smooth-as-hell back as she supported my weight and her father tried his best to throw me onto the stretcher. I could never explain that awesome feeling of fondling back of a smoking hot girl right under her dad’s nose.
There I was, dropped badly into Artemis Ambulance, like a badly tampered cricket ball. The doors were latched and I lay there gasping, flat on my back on the narrow bed. It was so damn packed like Indian local buses that there was hardly any space inside to sprawl out. White bed-sheet was all bathed in bloodstains - big, round and deep red stains. I felt nauseated as its smell flowed through my nostrils to vibrate my entire stomach. Even someone was not yet a patient would instantly become one, once dragged into this space.
My eyes half closed, I could see the trademark south Indian nurse, one of those kinds who the moment see new patient can’t control their thirst to bang injection square on rumps of the patient. She fine-tuned the quantity of liquid injection, adjusting the plunger a couple of times, ready to go for the kill.
3.. 2.. 1.. GO!.
“HOLD ON! HOLD ON! I am all fine. I can walk. I can talk. I can breathe. I can fu…” I yelled at her, heaving myself up in one quick motion and sitting upright on the bed.
“Aaaaahh!” the nurse screamed, all frozen and scared as hell. She flung the expensive injection in the direction of the door. The driver brought the van to a screeching halt, hearing her outcry. I could think of nothing, but to swoosh out of the closed door like Superman, only the one without red underwear of course.
“SORRY! SORRY! You are as charming as red wilted rose on an autumn morning,” I smiled, moving her cheeks sideways. I knew my statement was bitchy contradictory, in no way complimenting her beauty, but then it made the nurse smile.
“I am in rush. I gotta go,” with these words, I sprung out like a laser beam from any antenna straight to a satellite.
All those events were planned. Crazy, isn’t it?
This was me, ‘not-so-sick’ dude—Insane, Intelligent, and of course— Innocent. It was today I realised that I was the most indisciplined, the most irresponsible and the most uncivilised person on planet earth as I had—
Made a running train stop by pulling the chain (though I was not the one who actually did so). Stirred up the soul of a doctor, his death almost rising up to the epiglottis of his throat. Groped the back of a young beautiful girl, the doctor’s daughter (honestly, against my principles). Called an ambulance; other genuine patient could have needed it more. Made a nurse’s eyeballs rolled up, and an expensive injection had broken into pieces. So, she had to pay some bucks as penalty to hospital. Maybe much more than her monthly salary. But again, my smile was what she compensated for. After breaking all the laws, being uncivilised, I was intuitively racing back for a dreadful reason orchestrated by fate and forged by time... A reason that pulled us all into cryptic maze of a mysterious destiny…..
The only question unanswered was: Will I be able to stop the ongoing disaster that had come as a result of gamble which was played against the fate………?