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There’s a girl standing at a train station. She’s not crying. She’s not chasing anyone. She’s just standing there, still, as the train pulls away. And in that moment, she’s free.
That’s the kind of ending I write. Not the ones where everything wraps up in a bow—but the ones where someone chooses themselves. Where peace feels like a beach. Where love hurts, but healing begins.


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💔 Why I Write Stories That HurtPain is honest. It’s the part of love we don’t post on Instagram. It’s the silence after a fight, the moment someone walks away, the ache of being misunderstood. And yet—it’s where transformation begins.
I write pain because it’s real. Because my readers have lived it. Because heartbreak is not the end it’s the turning point.
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💪 And Why They HealBut I don’t stop at pain. My stories always move toward light. Toward clarity. Toward a character choosing herself, even if it means walking alone. Healing in my stories doesn’t come from being rescued—it comes from remembering your own worth.
Empowerment isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s just a woman saying, “No.” Or a man finally letting go. Or a girl standing at a train station, not chasing anyone.
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🎥 My Cinematic ProcessI build stories like movies. I see the scenes before I write them. A scarf fluttering in the wind. A ringtone that never gets answered. A slow pan across a crowded room. These aren’t just visuals—they’re emotional cues.
I use music, silence, pacing. I time my dialogue like a soundtrack. I want my readers to feel the story in their body. To hear the heartbeat of a moment. To remember the way a line made them pause.
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🧵 Tradition Meets ModernityMy stories are Indian. Not just in setting—but in soul. I weave in family dynamics, rituals, language, and emotional codes that feel familiar. But I also challenge them. I let my characters rebel, question, evolve.
I write modern love in traditional spaces. A WhatsApp breakup in a joint family. A girl in a lehenga choosing ambition over marriage. A boy who cooks, cries, and doesn’t chase.
It’s not East vs West. It’s truth vs expectation.
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🔥 Hooks That Hit the HeartI test my hooks like I test my emotions. Rapid-fire. Ruthless. I know what makes someone stop scrolling. I know what makes them click. But I also know what makes them stay.
A good hook isn’t just clever—it’s emotionally loaded. It’s a line that feels like a secret. A truth you didn’t know you needed. A punch to the gut, followed by a hand on your shoulder.
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💡 Why I WriteBecause I have something to say. Because I want my readers to feel seen. Because I believe stories can change people—not by preaching, but by reflecting.
I write because I’ve lived. Because I’ve hurt. Because I’ve healed. And because I know someone out there is still standing at that train station, wondering if they should run.
I want them to know: you don’t have to.
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❤️🧿❤️Why I Write Love Stories That Hurt (and Heal)  

There’s a moment I chase in every story I write. It feels like standing barefoot on a quiet beach, the wind soft against your skin, the past behind you, and nothing ahead but possibility. That’s what emotional freedom looks like to me. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just peace. And that’s what I want my characters—and my readers—to find, even if they have to walk through fire to get there.❤️🧿❤️

Love. We dream of it, we crave it, and sometimes, we lose ourselves in it. The moment we feel someone sees us, really sees us, our guard falls. Their smile becomes our peace, their words feel like poetry, and their touch feels like home. ♥️But somewhere in that journey, when reality doesn’t match the dream, when love begins to hurt more than it heals, that’s where red flags start to show. The problem is, most of us don’t notice them—or worse, we notice and still choose to stay.♥️Why? Because our heart is louder than our mind. Because love feels like a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and we’re terrified to let it go. Because we tell ourselves stories to justify the cracks, convincing ourselves that pain is a part of passion, that struggle is proof of real love. But the truth is, ignoring red flags doesn’t protect your love—it destroys you silently. And when you finally wake up, you wonder how you became someone you don’t even recognize anymore.♥️The first red flag in romance often hides behind something so subtle, so easy to overlook: invalidation. You share your feelings, your worries, your disappointments, and instead of being met with empathy, you’re met with dismissal. They say, “You’re too sensitive,” or “You always overthink.” At first, you let it go. You tell yourself maybe you are being dramatic. But slowly, it becomes a pattern. Every time you bring up something important, you’re told you’re wrong for even feeling it. And that’s when the erosion begins—not of the relationship, but of your confidence, of your belief that your feelings matter.♥️The second red flag often comes disguised as compromise. But in reality, it’s control. You start to realize the relationship runs only on their terms. Their moods dictate your day. Their priorities always come first. You adjust, you bend, you stay quiet, because you think love is about sacrifice. But real love doesn’t silence you—it makes space for you. If everything in the relationship is about keeping them happy, what happens to your happiness? Slowly, without realizing, you begin to disappear.♥️Another red flag is the cycle of empty promises. You cry, they apologize. You catch them lying, they swear it won’t happen again. You feel neglected, they promise to change. And for a while, they do. They buy you flowers, they call more often, they remind you they love you. But just when you start to breathe again, the cycle repeats. And each time it repeats, the pain cuts deeper, and you cling tighter, believing the good days are proof that it’s worth staying. But love isn’t about how good it feels sometimes—it’s about how safe and consistent it feels every day.♥️The hardest red flag to notice, though, is the slow loss of yourself. At first, it’s little things. You stop wearing that dress because they once said they didn’t like the color. You skip hanging out with your friends because they complain you don’t spend enough time together. You tone down your laughter because they roll their eyes when you get too loud. And then one day, you look in the mirror and wonder where you went. You don’t recognize your smile. You don’t remember the last time you felt free. That’s when you realize the love you thought was building you up has been breaking you down.♥️Why do we stay even when the red flags are so clear? Because love is addictive. It gives us highs and lows, and we mistake the drama for passion. We remember the good days—the way they held us, the way they looked at us like we were their whole world—and we hold on, believing those moments will come back. We convince ourselves that the bad days are temporary, just rough patches, just stress. And so we stay, hoping love will heal what it’s actually hurting.♥️But love isn’t supposed to be survival. Love isn’t supposed to feel like a battlefield where you’re constantly wounded but still fighting. Real love is peace. Real love is safety. Real love doesn’t make you feel like you have to earn it—it flows naturally. And if you’re reading this, maybe deep down, you already know. You already see the red flags, but you’re afraid of what comes after walking away.♥️Walking away is the hardest part. Because leaving doesn’t just mean leaving them—it means leaving behind the version of yourself who believed in that love. It means grieving the future you imagined, the dreams you built together, the nights you thought would last forever. You cry not just for them, but for the loss of who you were when you first believed. And yet, walking away is also the most powerful thing you’ll ever do. It’s the moment you choose yourself again.♥️Healing after a red-flag romance is messy. Some days, you’ll miss them so much it feels like your chest is caving in. Some nights, you’ll replay every memory, wondering if maybe you could have done more, been more, loved more. But slowly, you’ll start to see the truth. You’ll see that you weren’t unlovable—they just didn’t know how to love. You’ll see that the red flags weren’t tests for you to pass—they were warnings for you to protect yourself. And you’ll start to realize that leaving wasn’t weakness, it was strength.♥️With time, you’ll find yourself again. You’ll laugh without fear of being silenced. You’ll wear what you want without second-guessing. You’ll spend time with people who love you without condition. And maybe one day, you’ll find someone new. Someone who listens when you speak, someone who values your dreams, someone whose love feels like home, not like survival. But even if that day takes time, the most important thing is—you’ll never settle for red flags again.♥️Red flags are not meant to scare you. They’re meant to guide you. They’re reminders that you deserve more, that love is supposed to feel like freedom, not chains. And when you finally learn to walk away from what hurts you, you make space for the kind of love that heals you.♥️So if you’re holding on right now, ask yourself: am I holding on because this is love, or because I’m afraid to be alone? Am I holding on to who they are, or who I hoped they would be? Am I ignoring the red flags because I want the dream, even if the reality is breaking me?♥️The answers aren’t easy. But the truth is, the love you’re searching for—the kind that feels steady, kind, and safe—will never come from ignoring the warnings. It will come when you finally believe you deserve it. And you do.♥️Because love isn’t meant to dim your light. Love is meant to make you shine brighter. And the right person will never ask you to shrink to fit inside their world—they’ll expand their world to make room for yours.♥️So if the red flags are waving, don’t turn away. Look at them. Listen to them. Trust them. Because your heart may want love, but your soul deserves peace. And the right love—the love that’s waiting for you—will give you both.

Ever had one of those days where you can’t even explain what’s wrong? People ask if you’re okay, and you just nod because honestly, you don’t have the energy to put it into words. It’s not a big fight or some life-changing event. It’s just… heaviness. Inside.
You scroll through Instagram, see people smiling, traveling, living their best lives, and you start wondering—why can’t I feel like that? Why do I feel empty when everything around me seems fine?
The worst part? You can’t even tell anyone. Not because they don’t care, but because you don’t know how to explain something that doesn’t even make sense to you. So, you laugh at jokes, reply to messages, go through the motions. From the outside, you look fine. Inside, you’re just tired.
And maybe that’s what scares us the most—not being sad for a reason, but being sad for nothing.
If you’re reading this and nodding in your head, I want you to know something: you’re not broken. You don’t need to have it all figured out right now. It’s okay to feel lost sometimes. Take a pause. Breathe. Do one small thing for yourself today—even if it’s just drinking water or sitting in the sun for five minutes.
Life isn’t a race. You’re allowed to slow down.

I never realized love could feel like this—like a melody I didn’t know existed, playing softly inside me, growing louder every time I see him. There’s a strange magic when he’s around. My chest tightens, my thoughts scatter, and yet, I feel calm in a way I’ve never felt before.
The first time I noticed him properly, it was nothing dramatic. Just a glance, a smile… and suddenly my world tilted. I remember thinking, Why does my heart feel so loud right now? And then he spoke, casually, like it was ordinary:“Hey… are you okay?”
And I couldn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to, but because my heart was shouting, my mind was screaming, and my lips… they froze. I wanted to tell him, I’m not okay. I’m completely lost—but only because you exist. But all I could do was nod and smile awkwardly.
Love is like noticing someone in the smallest things—the way he laughs, the way he looks away shyly, the way he notices details nobody else does. And every time he touches my hand, even accidentally, I feel electricity. Sparks. Bollywood-style darr, khushi, aur thodi si sharam all at once.
Sometimes, when I’m alone, I whisper to myself:Why does he make me feel like this?Why does every song suddenly remind me of him?
I hate that it’s so intense. I hate that my thoughts revolve around him. And yet… I don’t want it any other way. Because this—this messy, overwhelming, beautiful feeling—is the kind of love they make movies for. The kind that makes you laugh for no reason, cry for no reason, and wait for a single message like it’s the most precious thing in the world.
And the strangest part? He probably doesn’t even know the storm he causes inside me. He walks, I follow with my eyes. He speaks, my heart skips. He smiles, and suddenly the world seems brighter.
I don’t know what will happen next. I don’t know if he feels the same way. But for now… I let my heart whisper his name in silence. I let the butterflies live. I let the love grow in the quiet, in the stolen moments, in the way my soul recognizes his without needing a word.
Because real love—Bollywood love—is not just dramatic gestures. It’s every heartbeat, every thought, every sigh that belongs to him, long before he knows it.

Love Is Not Like the Movies
Bollywood lied to us. Or maybe we just believed the parts we wanted to. They made love look simple: a few stolen glances, a romantic song, a grand proposal at the airport, and happily ever after.
Real life? It’s different. There are no background violins when someone texts you “Good morning.” There’s no director shouting “Cut!” when a fight happens. And sometimes, there is no happy ending—just unanswered messages, awkward silences, and the heavy feeling of letting go even when your heart doesn’t want to.
The truth is, real love is messy. It’s not just about emotions. It’s about timing, priorities, and choices. And that’s what makes it beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.
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These days, love often starts with a notification. A like on your photo. A reply to your Instagram story. A late-night chat that slowly becomes a habit. You don’t meet someone by bumping into them at a bookstore anymore—you find them while scrolling through reels at 2 a.m.
And honestly, it’s not a bad thing. Conversations feel easier online. You share playlists, random memes, and maybe even your deepest fears, all without leaving your bed. But here’s the catch: when everything starts on a screen, reality can feel harder. That first meeting feels like stepping out of a filter. The comfort of typing disappears, and suddenly, you have to be the version of yourself you promised in those chats.
Love in the digital age is fast—quick connections, instant replies, and sadly, quick endings too. Sometimes, one “seen” without a reply can ruin your whole day.

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Our parents had fewer choices and more patience. We have the opposite. We’re chasing careers, degrees, dreams, and somewhere in between, we’re also trying to fit in love. And when it doesn’t work, we call it “bad timing.”
Here’s the truth nobody admits: sometimes love fails not because two people don’t love each other, but because life gets in the way. Different cities, big ambitions, family expectations—they all come crashing into that little world you built together.
And when that happens, you’re left asking yourself:Do I choose them, or do I choose myself?
It sounds selfish, doesn’t it? But it’s not. Because choosing yourself is not betrayal—it’s survival. And if someone truly loves you, they’ll understand that.
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There will be nights when you’ll check their profile. There will be songs that hurt like open wounds. There will be places you avoid because they remind you of laughter that isn’t yours anymore. And that’s okay. Feel it all. Cry if you need to. But don’t let it make you bitter.
Because here’s the thing—love that didn’t last still taught you something. It taught you how deeply you can feel. It taught you what you want, and what you deserve. It taught you that you can survive without the person you thought you couldn’t live without.

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After everything I’ve felt and seen, this is what I believe:
Love is not about possession. It’s about presence. Being there when it matters.
Love is not about giving up your dreams. It’s about supporting each other’s dreams—even if it means walking separate paths.
Love is not always forever. And that’s okay. Some people are meant to be chapters, not the whole book.

If you’re in love today, cherish it. Be kind. Say what you feel before it’s too late. But if it ends, don’t hate it. Don’t regret it. Some of the most beautiful parts of life are the ones that don’t last forever.
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If you’re reading this and you’re in that confusing space—half in love, half scared—here’s what I want you to know:
Stop looking for a “perfect” love story. Look for someone who feels like home.
Don’t measure your relationship by Instagram posts. Real love doesn’t need an audience.
And most importantly, never lose yourself trying to keep someone else. If it’s real, it won’t ask you to.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Love will happen to you. Maybe once, maybe twice, maybe when you least expect it. It might stay forever, or it might leave a scar. But every time, it will teach you something.
And that, I think, is what makes life worth living.
So go ahead. Love fearlessly. And if you fall, get up stronger. Because the best love story you’ll ever have is the one you write with yourself.
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If you love second chance romance books that break your heart and heal it again, Threads of Fate will speak to you. It’s not just another love story — it’s a novel about forgiveness, lost love, and the courage to start again.💕 Why Readers Love Second Chance Romance
There’s something timeless about the idea of two people who once loved each other finding their way back. Life, mistakes, and fate may pull them apart, but deep down, that connection never fades.
Threads of Fate captures this feeling with a story set in the serene hills of Dehradun, blending nostalgia with raw emotion. It reminds us that love doesn’t always come easy — but when it’s real, it’s worth fighting for.📖 About Threads of Fate
Preeta and Arjun were once inseparable. They dreamed of a forever together until fate forced Arjun into a marriage with someone else. Years later, betrayal shatters that marriage — and Arjun is left questioning everything.
When he crosses paths with Preeta again, he realizes that the love he thought he had lost still lives quietly in both their hearts. But can forgiveness truly heal years of pain? And is love enough to defy fate one more time?
If you’ve ever searched for:
Romance novels about forgiveness
Second chance love stories
Emotional contemporary romance books

…this story belongs on your shelf.

✨ Why You Should Read It
It’s an emotional rollercoaster that explores heartbreak, betrayal, and healing.
The characters are raw, real, and flawed — just like us.
It’s a romance that feels both heart-wrenching and hopeful.

Most importantly, Threads of Fate is a reminder that sometimes, the greatest love stories aren’t about perfection — they’re about forgiveness.💫 Final Thoughts
If you’ve been searching for a romance novel that will make you believe in second chances, Threads of Fate is the one. It’s tender, emotional, and unforgettable — a love story that proves when it’s real, fate always finds a way.
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🫒 A Game of Shadows 😎

In this high-stakes drama, everyone’s playing a part, and no one’s telling the whole truth. The deeper Aleya and Yuvi dig, the more dangerous the secrets become. Every choice risks betrayal. Every ally could be the enemy. And every second wasted could cost them everything.
For Readers Who Love…😍
If you enjoyed the emotional intensity of Colleen Hoover😉, the suspense of Durjoy Datta,😋 or the tangled family drama of Chetan Bhagat’s novels,😀 Bitter Secrets will pull you in and refuse to let go.😞
A Taste Before You Read
> “He’s accused of murder. I’m just trying to stay alive. But somehow, our fates are tied together—and the Khel household is watching every move we make.”😑


> “Some lies can save you. Some will destroy you. I just need to figure out which ones are which—before I run out of time.”🤔


“The truth isn’t just bitter. It’s deadly.”🫒


Your Turn to Enter the Game🧿
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💌 When Love Feels Like Home – Tum Saath Ho
Kabhi socha hai, pyaar sirf filmon ka sapna nahi hota? Real life mein bhi woh ek pal aata hai jab koi tumhari aankhon mein dekh ke keh deta hai – “Main yahin hoon… tumhare saath.”Pyaar ke safar mein hum sab kuchh seekhte hain – patience, trust, aur apne aap ko chhod kar kisi ke liye jeena. Tum Saath Ho is not just a love story; yeh ek ehsaas hai, ek reminder ki jab dil milte hain toh duniya ka har rang naya lagta hai.
Aarav aur Meera ki kahani unhi palon ka jashn hai – wo chhoti chhoti baatein, wo chupke se muskaan, aur wo pal jab lagta hai ki shayad zindagi ab complete ho gayi hai. But life has a habit of testing love. Kya tumhara pyaar itna mazboot hai ki har tufaan se lad sake?
Jab aap Tum Saath Ho padhenge, shayad aapko apni kahani yaad aa jaaye. Shayad aap bhi kisi ko text karna chahein — ya bas unke saath ek cup chai share karna chahein bina kuch bole.
💖 Because sometimes, love is not about grand gestures… it’s about being there. Bas, saath.
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For the longest time, I kept stories locked inside me—scenes I imagined while staring out of bus windows, dialogues whispered in my head during quiet moments, emotions I couldn't explain with plain facts. They weren’t just love stories; they were echoes of strength, soft battles fought behind closed doors, the silent victories women win daily.
I didn’t start writing because I wanted to be a writer.I started because I wanted women—especially those who feel invisible—to see themselves in a story and realize:You are the main character. Your voice matters. Your healing is powerful.
Romance wasn’t just about love for me. It became the vehicle to show women they could choose themselves, even when the world chose to overlook them. And once I embraced that purpose, writing no longer felt like a hobby. It felt like a responsibility. A calling.
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