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When love isn't the end... what is?Sana was fire-free-spirited, fearless, full of dreams. Ajay was silent, calm, composed, bound by expectations. Their connection was instant. Their bond, undeniable. But sometimes, love arrives at the wrong time-or under the wrong conditions.
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"First love is hard to forget and impossible to let go of." Always Yours is a magical love story and fairy tale truly lived. Some unfulfilling wishes give hope, battling social stereotypes, where destiny plays an important role. It can bring people together or tear them apart.
I’ve just finished writing my second book—a journey that held my heart, tested my soul, and filled my days with love, hope, and imagination.After months of pouring my heart into every word, I’ve finally submitted the manuscript of my second book to the publishers. It still feels surreal to...
How to Regain the Spark in your Relationships
If your love has lost the sparkle, then these tips might help.You were madly in love with each other. The world seemed so colourful,...
They Grew Up. Did We?
One day, they tied their own shoelacesand we smiled proudly.Another day, they said, “I’ll go alone”and something tugged inside us.They grew taller,quieter,more distant…yet we...
Why Your Child Isn’t a Reflection of You?
From the moment a child is born, parents unknowingly begin to project dreams onto their tiny shoulders.“She’ll become a doctor like her mother.”“He’s got...
Are you an Option or a Priority in a Relationship?
You’re not a priority if you’re an option,You are a percentage.A percentage of that other person’s time and effort.Sometimes in a relationship you are...
From Playground Worries to Adult Anxieties
A Comprehensive Guide ... In the hustle and bustle of life, where time moves at an unrelenting pace, there exists a constant companion that...
A Letter to the Younger Self We All Carry
This morning, she sat in the balcony with a cup of coffee. The breeze was soft, the city was just waking up, and for...
Read or Scroll?
The other day, I was at a bookstore.A soft joy —surrounded by shelves filled with forgotten friends,the scent of ink and stories lingering in...
