Such a waste
If you pick up Rathri 12nu Shesham expecting a logical, grounded crime thriller, you are walking into a trap. The book starts deceptively well. The premise—a late-night accident, a disappearing body, and the paranoia of being watched—is classic thriller material. For the first few chapters, you are engaged. You want to know who the man was and where he went.
But this initial engagement only makes the eventual crash more painful.
The Descent into Nonsense
The moment the "twist" is revealed, the book falls apart completely. What starts as a mystery devolves into a ridiculous pitch for pseudoscience that belongs in a bad fantasy novel, not a crime thriller.
The plot twists aren't clever; they are convenient and absurd. The author asks you to suspend not just your disbelief, but your basic logic. For any reader who likes to think critically, the explanation for the events is not just unsatisfying—it’s irritating. It feels like the author wrote himself into a corner and used "magic/pseudoscience" as a lazy escape hatch.
A Disgusting Narrative
Beyond the logical fallacies, the core plot turns into something deeply unpleasant. The themes, supposedly dealing with body image and insecurities, are handled in a way that feels manipulative and gross rather than empathetic. The narrative direction the protagonist takes, and the justifications provided for the villainy, leave a bad taste in your mouth.
Final Word
Do not waste your money or your time.
There are plenty of Malayalam thrillers that respect the reader's intellect. This is not one of them. It trades logic for shock value and ends up being a frustrating mess. If you hate it when a story breaks its own rules to force a twist, stay far away from this book.