The air was quiet, save for the soft rhythm of her breath.
Shanaya was asleep—deeply, peacefully—as Kabir gathered her saree and wrapped it gently around her. The rooftop still carried the echo of their night together, but he couldn’t let her stay out in the open, exposed to the late chill. Her body, glowing and bare moments ago, was now limp with exhaustion in his arms, her head resting against his chest like she belonged there.
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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