𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎 : 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬

..LETTER..

Hey everyone.

Okay, I am going to say this once with love, humor and a little cruelty because clearly soft words and politeness don’t work anymore.

I think I am officially tired of wearing the crown of expectations like some royal jester.
I give 100% every single time emotionally, mentally, physically and in return?
Silence.
The kind of silence that could win an Olympic gold medal.

I swear I am not Mr. India disappearing into thin air.
I reply. I update when you demand.
But guess what?
You guys have mastered full-on invisibility mode better than Anil Kapoor ever could.
Teach me also. Might be useful.

Let me remind you,  I am not a robot. I am not even a perfectly healthy person.
Writing a chapter for me isn’t like making Maggi, 2 minutes and done.
It takes months of breakdowns, research, writing, deleting, rewriting and emotional surgery.

And while we are talking about feelings.
Do you know how it feels when you study day and night like crazy for a viva and every other student gets an easy, friendly examiner but when your turn comes, the examiner is busy in his own world, ignoring you completely while you sit right in front of him?
That helpless anger?
That humiliation?
That frustration burning your chest but you can’t say a word?
That’s exactly how I feel here.
Present, trying, giving everything yet invisible.

Honestly, I feel terrible for the real loyal readers, the ones who wait, message and actually care.
Because they deserve more.
But they are the ones getting affected by those who only show up to demand and then disappear like ghosts.

And yes, I know.
I am not one of those big authors on this platform.
They have real fans who hype them like an army, who scream for updates, who protect and promote their books like a religion.
They spread the story like a virus, dominating every reader’s mind.

I don’t have that kingdom.
All I am asking for is a small corner of appreciation.

So tell me honestly.
Does this book still hook you?
Do I need corrections?
Do you want more mature scenes?
(Yes, they are coming.)

Because I don’t want this story to become a 18+ book.
I want it to be your comfort, your escape, your safe place, the book you hug when life breaks you.

But here’s the truth.
Even patience  has expire date.
And I am a writer, not a saint.
If I keep walking on this path alone, blindfolded and bruised.
I might actually end the book in the middle out of sheer exhaustion and zero motivation.

I’m struggling for a little appreciation from the readers I have,
and I know deep down, I deserve much more than silence.

So yeah.
Sorry, but not sorry this time.

If you feel something reading this,
Say it. React. Show up.
Or someday you’ll wake up to an unfinished story
and maybe that silence will finally feel loud enough.

Okay with target ?
Or don't want target at all?

Yours truly with love but little hurted
Sakhi....