Temple Hill Mystery

Radhi returns home to Mumbai to lick her wounds after a failed relationship and a bout of writer's block, but she soon gets caught up in the tangled mystery surrounding the death of her best friend's father. Among the rarefied circles of Mumbai's posh Temple Hill, there is nothing more tragic than loss of face-not even loss of life. Radhi's pregnant best friend Sanjana's father is found dead in his study. Everyone says it's suicide. And yet, just hours before, he was telling Sanjana that he couldn't wait to hold his grandchild in his arms. Something feels off to Radhi. Her suspicions are further raised by the surly cook and timid young maid's odd behavior. And who did the second cup of tea on his desk belong to? Radhi is determined to uncover the truth. But the deeper she digs beneath the diamond-studded prayer meetings and the lavishly catered "pure-veg" brunches, the faster she finds herself drawn into a web of festering grievances, hidden agendas, and long-buried secrets. As the intense Indian summer draws to an end and the monsoon sets in, Radhi risks everything to find out the truth.

Mystery novelist Radhi Zaveri has a new job, teaching spoiled kids at Mumbai's prestigious North Star High School. But, little does she suspect, things are about to veer wildly off-syllabus . . . When fiery teacher Ms Venus is found slumped across her desk, the school insist she died of natural causes. But Radhi's not convinced. The Ms Venus she knew was in rude health, quite literally, stirring up drama and discord at every turn. What if someone-a disgruntled parent, a disgraced "D" student-decided to silence her acid tongue for good? And the last person to clash with Ms Venus is mysteriously missing . . . Can Radhi piece it all together-before the killer's ruthless red pen strikes again?

Some people will kill for the perfect match. Radhi has a new crime to solve. The body of the assistant at Temple Hill's top matchmaker is found sprawled next to a heavy bronze statue of the Nataraja-the god of dance. But was she the intended victim or was it her boss, Sarla? Sarla reckons she's seen it all. Blissful unions, marriages of convenience, Mr. and Mrs. Good Enough. Not to mention the bitter unfortunates who never made it down the aisle. Jealous rivals. Jilted lovers. Jaded rejects. Who among them is angry enough to commit murder?