SHANAYA’S POV
I was curled up on the plush white sofa in Kabir’s penthouse, knees hugged to my chest, a soft throw wrapped around me like a second skin. The entire ride back had been a blur—silent except for the radio crackling and my heartbeat pounding in my ears. The guards didn’t speak. Isha barely said anything, and I didn’t ask.
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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