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Neon Love · A Bangkok Tale of Fate and Desire

Pocketbook · 160 pages · English language

ISBN: 9783384205391

 

Available at your local bookstore and online at Amazon, Thalia, Hugendubel, Osiander, tredition, etc.

 

      Romantic ·  Passionate ·  Captivating

 

Natthapon, the suave heir to a chain of luxury car shops, and Awin, a talented

self-taught artist from a modest background, find themselves entangled in a web

of fate and desire.

 

Despite societal pressures and past flames, they stand united, their bond strengthened amidst challenges. 

 

Set against the neon-lit backdrop of Bangkok's bustling cityscape, their story unfolds -

a vibrant tale of passion, perseverance, and the triumph of love over adversity.

 

Join them on their journey, where their love story defies all limits, showcasing that genuine love transcends every boundary.



Reading sample

 

Chapter 1

 

Under the Neon Glow:

A Chance Encounter in the rain

 

     The evening draped over Natthapon like a heavy cloak, the darkness punctuated only by the intermittent flashes of lightning that streaked across the sky. Dawn bid farewell, its last rays of light fading into the horizon leaving Natthapon to navigate through a rainstorm that seemed

to have a personal vendetta against him.

     The street, a narrow artery winding through a desolate neighborhood in Bangkok, seemed to stretch endlessly into the obscurity ahead, dimly lit by the neon glow of the streetlights. His car, a faithful companion on countless journeys through the night, suddenly betrayed him

as it stuttered and wheezed to a halt in the middle of the dimly lit street.         

     Natthapon cursed softly under his breath and hit the steering wheel, frustration mounting as raindrops pelted against the windshield

with relentless fury. He fumbled for his mobile phone, only to be met with the bitter realization that its battery had decided to take an early retirement. „Seriously?” he yelled at the heavens, as if the universe had orchestrated this just to mess with him.    

      

     Stepping out into the downpour, Natthapon's heart sank further as he popped open the hood of his car,

revealing a maze of unfamiliar machinery. His mechanical knowledge was limited at best, and he found himself staring helplessly at the engine, willing it to reveal its secrets.

     A sudden interruption shattered the silence as a scooter pulled up beside him, its headlights cutting through the darkness like a beacon of hope, ...or was it just another twist in this twisted night?  

     Natthapon turned to see a figure clad in a raincoat and helmet, barely discernible through the curtain of rain. ‘Great,’ he thought, ‘this could either be my savior or the villain in a B-grade horror flick.’ 

 

     The driver's voice, muffled by the sound of the pouring rain, cut through the night air. “Hi. Problems? Do you need help?” the driver asked.  Relief Natthapon realized he might not end up as a headline in tomorrow's news.          

     The guy with the scooter removed his helmet, revealing himself as Awin, a friendly stranger in this unfamiliar landscape. Despite his initial wariness, Natthapon felt a sense of trust in the guy’s demeanor. His handsome face and the way he looked him in the eyes were reassuring

in a way.   

     “Well, yeah, I guess I could need some help. My car just broke down. It suddenly stuttered and then the engine stopped, and I don’t have

a clue why,” Natthapon answered, with a desperate look in his eyes, shrugging his shoulders.   

     “I see,” Awin said. “Unfortunately, I don’t have much idea about cars either, but my father owns a nearby car repair shop. I can get him have your car towed to the shop, and have it checked if you want.”

     Natthapon hesitated, torn between his apprehension of accepting help from a stranger and the realization that he had no other viable options with his mobile phone dead and the night growing darker in this uninviting area.  “Well, um, ok, if this isn’t too much to ask for, I would appreciate your help,” Natthapon agreed reluctantly to Awin‘s offer of assistance.

     “Ok, just wait here for a few minutes. I’ll get my father with his tow truck,” the answer came.

 

     As he sped off on his scooter to fetch his father, Natthapon waited anxiously, his mind racing with thoughts of the unknown. Minutes felt like hours until the guy returned, accompanied by his father Anuphap and a tow truck.           

     The father was a middle-aged man, a sporty fellow with a friendly face and positive aura. His hair was cropped short, and he was in his work attire and a dark green rain jacket. “Sawasdee young man,” Awin’s father greeted. “What seems to be the problem here?”

    “Sawasdee khrab sir. I have no idea. Everything seemed ok, and suddenly the car started to stutter and came to a halt,” Natthapon said, shrugging his shoulders again.

     “Hm,” the father grunted. “Strange for an expensive car like this. I am sure it isn’t anything serious, but let’s take that baby to the shop and check what’s the matter. Can’t do this here in the pouring rain.”

     “OK, if you think that is best, then yes, please let’s do that,” Natthapon answered, sending off a secret prayer that he would not be robbed, kidnapped or worse.

 

     The father moved to fix a chain to the car and slowly and carefully, not to get any scratches on the shiny car paint, hoisted it on the truck.      

Natthapon watched with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. Once the car was securely fixed in the back of the truck, the three men got into the vehicle and drove away into the night.

 

     The car repair shop, illuminated by fluorescent lights, offered a stark contrast to the darkness outside. Natthapon followed Awin and his father as they took the car into the shop, where the faint smell of grease and oil permeated the air.         

     There was a hydraulic ramp with an old car on it without wheels. Another car stood above a workshop pit. Tires stacked in one corner and a clutter of tools and machinery everywhere.

     “OK,” the father said to the car, “let’s see what hiccup did make you go on strike,” opening the hood of the black Mercedes coupé. “You guys go inside and get some dry clothes. You’re drenched and will catch a cold if you don’t change.”

     He waved the guys off, disappearing under the car’s hood. As Awin 's father set to work, Natthapon felt a sense of awe at the unexpected kindness shown to him by strangers in the dead of night. Despite the initial uncertainty, Natthapon realized that sometimes, the darkest nights lead to the brightest encounters.



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