Wow, what a brutally honest take on love stories, especially in the context of India, or honestly, anywhere else in the world. The sheer honesty and rawness in the story hit so hard. I read half of it, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I started thinking, “Wait, what if Anamika dies?” Guess what? Teenage me had already stumbled across that spoiler somewhere, and back then, I cried for Anamika and Aarav. My god, it wrecked me.
That heartbreak was so intense, I actually stopped reading novels for a while. It felt like my teenage self couldn’t take it anymore. Looking back, it’s incredible how much our teenage years shape the way we approach life. This novel, in particular, holds so much wisdom about love and loss. But the takeaway? That’s entirely up to us. Some of us might want to bury those teenage heartbreaks deep inside, while others might confront and own up to them.
Ending on a hopeful note: never let love drive you to the edge where you lose yourself. It’s easy to let it consume you and lead to crazy decisions, but remember, we’re stronger than that. For me, though, this novel officially triggered my reader’s block for years. Maybe that’s why I now turn to reels for motivation—it’s simpler, quicker, and less likely to break my heart. Sad endings? Yeah, I just don’t handle those well anymore.