The wrought iron gates of the Singhania family mansion opened slowly, creaking as though even they hesitated to let the past blend with the present. The car glided into the driveway, the stone path lined with mogra blossoms that released a faint, sweet scent under the night breeze. Warm lights shimmered from the wide glass windows, casting golden hues over the ivy-covered walls.
Shanaya exhaled softly. Her heart beat a little faster.
Thank you — for showing up, for caring, and for believing in stories like this. Ashes of Us is more than just a book to me. It’s a piece of my heart stitched together with emotions I’ve lived, dreams I’ve whispered, and wounds I’ve tried to heal through words. Writing this wasn’t easy — because falling in love with characters like Shanaya and Kabir meant opening parts of myself I hadn’t touched in a long time. But knowing that someone out there is reading their story, feeling what they feel, and holding space for their journey — that means the world to me. Every message, every share, every word of encouragement gives this story a heartbeat beyond the pages. I hope Ashes of Us makes you feel seen. I hope it reminds you that grief and love can co-exist. And most of all, i hope it stays with you - even after the final line. With all my love, Vrinda ❤
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