atul kumar tripathi

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He failed class three. He never learned English. He slipped on a banana peel on the morning of his biggest promotion. He is also the most dangerous S Class spy in Indian Intelligence. --- Chakku Kumar Roy is not what you picture when you picture a spy. He watches cartoons on his days off. He argues with taxis. He carries a sword — not a gun, a sword — and somehow this has never once been the strangest thing about him. He is nineteen years old, sharp-toothed, mess-haired, and completely unbothered by the fact that he cannot read a single document in any language except Hindi. That is what James Orchard is for. Translator. Bodyguard. The only person in seven countries and four years who has ever fully understood Chakku Kumar Roy — even when Chakku was saying something ridiculous, which was often. When a promotion lands Chakku in Tokyo — the city of cherry blossoms, clean streets, and a spy office that looks exactly like a dojo — he expects a new mission. He does not expect Alya Suguru. Gold and blue eyes. Waist-length black hair. An S Class operative who carries a blade at her thigh, speaks four languages, and has absolutely no patience for a spy who calls watching an incomprehensible samurai drama research. She is precise where he is instinct. Quiet where he is noise. She already knows things about him before he has said them — which is either impressive or alarming, and he has not yet decided which. Tokyo, however, is not the fresh start it was sold as. Beneath the lantern-lit lanes and the vending machines and the ramen shops that have been making the same broth since before either of them was born — something is waiting. Something patient. Something that knew Chakku was coming long before the promotion letter arrived in Kolkata. Something that has been watching for a very long time. --- Mr. Chakku Kumar — The Indian Spy is a story about a boy from Kolkata who failed class three and became something extraordinary anyway. About a girl from Tokyo who listened to everything and built a life out of understanding things nobody asked her to understand. About banana peels and cherry blossoms and ceramic bowls kept on kitchen counters and promises made in the rain. About a city full of secrets. About the people you trust with all of yours. About what happens in Tokyo that cannot be undone. ---

Prince Kumar was spared prison due to the Indian judicial system's treatment of young criminals. Instead, he was imprisoned in a children's home, where he would remain until the age of 18, as required by Indian law. His fragile mind may have "conduct disorders," according to psychiatric evaluations, complicating an already confusing situation. At the age of 16, he was eventually allowed back into society under a new name, albeit his present whereabouts are still unknown.

"What would you do when you enter a game world which you were anticipating the most to play?" "be happy, excited, dying to go on an adventure?" "What if I told you that the game world you enter is an open world FPS game?" "An open world game where the person you're talking today might be dead the next second. Where your own life is at risk of being threatened." Follow the adventure of Kumar and Max, two teenage boys who are stuck in a game world while doing whatever it takes for them to get back to their world while making friends and enemies along their journey. "Hey Max!" "Yeah?" "How's the synopsis of our novel?" "Hmm...it's okay. Maybe if you write "The Adventure Of The Great and Handsome Max and his sidekick Chukapop500" as the title, I think will attract more readers. "Yeah keep dreaming and for 101st time I told you My name is KUMAR!!" "Chukapop500." "....Sigh...Forget it."

At midnight, a boy gets a call—from himself. Minutes later, a countdown begins. Every message that follows becomes reality. And time is running out.

While others were dreaming of power, I was in the forest. While others were studying, I was in the forest. While others were training, I was in the forest. Then, there was no forest.

Kalau kata Ahmad Albar ‘Dunia ini panggung sandiwara’. Kalau kata Hindia ‘Secukupnya’. Artinya walaupun hidup banyak drama ini itu, ya semua harus secukupnya. Sedih secukupnya, seneng secukupnya, berbuat baik secukupnya, hidup nggak usah terlalu dibikin pusing ‘Selow’ aja kalau kata Wahyu.

'J'angan pernah kau pergi begitu saja setelah kau cukup puas jatuhi rasa. 'A'danya rasa bukan karena aku telah mengenalmu, namun untuk melanjutkan bagaimana aku dan kamu bisa menjadi kita. 'T'eruntuk kamu yang seperti pelangi. Hadir dengan sementara dan semudah itu pergi. Meninggalkan jejak yang tak berbekas dan kau anggap usai tanpa kata. 'U'ntuk hati ini yang pernah kau tanamkan beribu hujaman rindu dan tebaran pesona. Namun kau tinggalkan luka keheningan dengan sebuah sakit yang jatuh seperti hujan. 'H'ati itu ada untuk merasa. Dan jika satu kali sebuah rasa nyaman itu hinggap, hati akan sulit membohongi diri sendiri. Dan hatiku, masih untukmu. J A T U H Dalam maksud yang lain.

"Aku Marco Asensio dari keluarga Asensio, 20 keluarga besar. Bersedia berada di tanganmu dan bersumpah untuk melindungimu." Aku membayangkan senyum keluarga ku yang telah hilang dan direnggut oleh seseorang yang aku benci, tempat tinggal yang berdiri kokoh dan indah hancur dilalap api, dan orang-orang tak berdosa berlumuran darah dalam pakaian putih yang mereka kenakan. "Maafkan aku Anly, aku tidak memberitahumu dari awal. Tapi itu rencanaku, jika aku memberitahumu dari awal ujian, kamu akan menolak tim bersamaku atau mungkin membunuhku." Aku hanya ingin membalas dendam pada orang yang telah membunuh keluargaku dan orang-orangku, tetapi mengapa aku tidak bisa membunuh anak ini dari keluarga Asensio? Aku telah bersumpah untuk membunuh semua orang yang menyandang nama Asensio. "Jangan percaya pada Marco, jauhi pria itu."

6 tahun bukan waktu singkat, Asya tahu dia terlalu menyimpan semuanya sendiri. Kelulusan Kak Adam menjadi titik balik. Ia fikir jarak akan membuatnya melupakan. Tapi ia salah, hatinya tak bisa melupakan.