The Poetry of My Wounds: Where Hurt Became Habit is a raw and unfiltered collection of verses born from the echoes of a broken home. These poems unravel the silent screams, the weight of unspoken words, and the scars left by those who were meant to protect. This book is for the ones who grew up too soon, for the children whose pain was never heard, and for the souls who carry wounds invisible to the world. Each page bleeds with truth, sorrow, and resilience-an aching melody of survival and self-discovery.

S T A N D A L O N E He couldn't hear the world. She had never spoken a word to it. It happened in Mussoorie. A short winter trip. Two separate groups of friends. A near accident, a gentle pull, an unspoken moment shared between two strangers. They didn't ask for names. They didn't expect to meet again. But something about that encounter felt strangely unfinished. Months later, as fate would have it, they met again-this time across a living room table, with families discussing a marriage neither of them had imagined... yet both felt drawn to. Devkrit is thirty-one, a Deputy Adviser in RBI's DSIM department-calm, intelligent, and fluent in a language the world often forgets to learn. Deaf since birth, he's built a life filled with data, meaning, and measured calm. Tavinya is a UX/UI designer who doesn't speak but sees everything. She creates the kind of interfaces that understand people-even when people don't understand her. Neither of them needs noise to be understood. Only presence. Only patience. And slowly-beautifully-they begin to write a love story without sound.

"The Poetry of My Devotion: Where Love Became Worship" is a collection of verses for the kind of love that doesn't just touch the skin-but sings to the soul. It is about loving someone so wholly that it feels like worship-like quiet prayers whispered into the folds of a daydream, like devotion woven through every breath. These poems speak of sacred affection, unwavering tenderness, and the way the heart bows in reverence to the one it loves. Here, love is not loud-but eternal. Not demanding-but divine. For those who have ever loved silently, faithfully, completely-this book is yours.

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.