By the time evening rolled in, Mumbai's skyline was painted in shades of peach and lavender. The wind carried the scent of blooming night jasmine, and the world seemed to slow down—just enough to let love breathe a little easier.
Shanaya stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a soft robe, towel drying her hair. She hadn't seen Kabir in a couple of hours. He'd disappeared with a mischievous smirk and a "Don't get too curious, just get ready."
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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