The skies above had cracked open, pouring sheets of silver rain over the city, drenching everything in sight. The streets shimmered with reflections, traffic lights casting pools of red and green on wet asphalt. But Kabir's focus wasn't on the chaos outside—it was on the chaos inside him.
He stood by the glass wall of the penthouse, phone clutched to his ear, brows furrowed. "I said cancel the meeting. I don't care who's flying in. It can wait."
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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