About the Author

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Eros Jaideven is not merely a writer — he is a rupture in the narrative.
A voice born between fire and ink, where silence carries more weight than sermons. He doesn’t write stories. He dares them into existence.

His works echo with the ache of humanity, the chaos of faith, and the poetry of wounds. Eros doesn’t seek applause — he seeks awakening. And he knows: truth doesn’t always come in white robes. Sometimes, it bleeds.

Mystery is his compass.
Provocation, his language.
Compassion, his rebellion.

To read Eros Jaideven is to peel back layers of myth, doctrine, and self — and find, in the shadow of silence, the loudest truths.

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Eros Jaideven was born in Edinburgh of the Seven Seas, the only inhabited village on the remote island of Tristan da Cunha, deep in the South Atlantic — considered the most isolated place on Earth.
There, between the silence of the sea and the constant whisper of the wind, Eros grew up without internet, without rush, without distraction — only ancient books, stories told by firelight, and a mind starving to understand what the world insists on burying.

His words carry the weight of isolation: profound, unsettling, laced with pain, memory, and clarity.
More than writing, Eros exhumes.
He digs through the margins of human history to find what was silenced — and turns it into literature.

With a voice that fuses the poetic and the brutal, the mystical and the psychological, Eros Jaideven writes for those who are tired of easy stories.
Every book is a provocation.
Every character, a scar.

Not every author wants to entertain.
Some want to wake the dead.