The walk back to the car was filled with low chuckles and stolen glances, her hand tucked possessively in his as the tension from earlier still simmered between them. The night had cooled down, but his touch burned against her skin.
As soon as they reached the car, Kabir opened the passenger door like a gentleman, but the moment she slid into her seat, he shut the door, rounded to his side, and got in. Before starting the engine, he turned to her with that dangerously calm expression she was learning to read far too well.
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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