A flower vendor, a garland thief, and the tenderness of devotion. Brumal Solace is where winter blooms, and love remembers itself.

[WILL UPDATE WHEN I AM FINISHED WRITING BOOK 1: UNDER THE MANGO TREE] Two hearts. One fleeting summer. And a love story that runs like trains do-fast, loud, unstoppable... until it disappears beyond the horizon. Ruchi never meant to fall in love, and absolutely not with the boy from two villages away. Not with the letters he scribbled under lantern light, Not with the dreams he carried in his pocket like loose coins and candies. But Dhananjay must leave for Delhi. Responsibility is calling. Hunger is louder. Life is unfair. Across railway tracks and city miles, their love stretches thin, is held together by promises, broken by smudged letters, remembered in sighs. This is the story of a girl who loved once- fully, foolishly, fearlessly. Of a boy who wanted more than life allowed. And of the love that waits, for a train no one knows will return. A tender, aching tale set against the changing India of the 90s- about first love, distance, and the kind that doesn't always come home.

{UPDATES RESUME FROM JUNE 1} Two strangers. One marriage. And a love story that grows the way mangoes do-slowly, quietly, sweetly. When Dharani is married off to a shy farmer in a remote Maithil village, she expects duty. She does not expect tenderness. Or the drought threatening the land. Or the silent boy who becomes her husband. Under the shade of an old mango tree, Dharani and Madhav learn the meaning of partnership- not in grand gestures, but in everyday kindness, whispered fears, and standing together when the world turns dry. A gentle, slow-burn romance set in 1990s Bihar- about love that grows not with fire, but with patience.