𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 स्याही और सपने (𝐒𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞): 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! Namaste and स्वागतम् to स्याही और सपने, a book club unlike any other. Forget the bestsellers lists and the established names, here, we're all about nurturing the budding voices of India. We believe in the power of desi stories, told in our own voices, with the raw emotion and vibrant colors that only we can capture. Are you a writer breathing life into characters that mirror our society? A designer crafting covers that tell stories before the pages are even opened? Then you've found your tribe! स्याही और सपने is more than just a book club; it's a platform. We're a community dedicated to uplifting new and emerging talents writing and designing books exclusively in the Indian literary landscape. We delve deep into narratives rooted in our culture, exploring themes that resonate with us on a personal level, all while nurturing a supportive and encouraging environment. Here, we read, we discuss, we critique, and most importantly, we promote. We'll provide a stage for your work, connecting you with readers hungry for fresh perspectives and authentic storytelling. Whether you write in Hindi, or any other regional Indian language, if your heart beats with the rhythm of India, you're welcome here. Get ready to discover hidden gems, engage in lively debates (in Hindi and English, of course!), and connect with a community that understands your passion. So, grab a cup of chai, settle in, and let's embark on this exciting journey together. Your story deserves to be heard, and स्याही और सपने is here to help you share it with the world. Let the ink flow, and may your dreams take flight high in the blue sky!

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀˖°🍧 The rain had always been an accomplice to their secrets. Ahaan, even at seven, possessed an unnerving precision. His neatly combed hair, his crisp school uniform, the way he meticulously arranged his toy soldiers in perfect platoons - it all spoke of an inherent order. His mind, already a nascent calculator, quietly absorbed the world, categorizing, analyzing, seeking logical patterns. Mahi, two years younger, was his antithesis, a riot of untamed energy and effortless grace. Her hair, perpetually escaping its braids, framed a face that was already breathtakingly beautiful, even in its childish contours. She didn't walk; she flitted, a hummingbird caught in a sunbeam. But even then, a nascent wariness flickered in her dark, polished brown eyes. She was stunning, undeniably, but that profound beauty felt less like a gift and more like a magnet for unwanted attention. They were an improbable pair. Ahaan, the quiet observer, the meticulous strategist of childhood games, and Mahi, the vibrant, impulsive force of nature. Yet, they were inseparable. She would pull him into grand, imaginative adventures where he, with his logical mind, would build the structures and rules, while she, with her boundless spirit, would breathe life into them. Then, the rain stopped being an accomplice and became a shroud. Mahi was in the first standard, Ahaan in the third, when an accident ripped the vibrant tapestry of their childhood. The news arrived like a thunderclap - Mahi's mother, gone. The world, which had always seemed so meticulously ordered to Ahaan, suddenly fractured. He saw Mahi's usually bright eyes cloud over, her laughter replaced by a hollow silence.

The spotlight loves him. The world adores him. But only she knows the truth beneath the glittering façade. I'm thrilled-and perhaps a little wicked-to announce my upcoming dark romance, where fame, obsession, and danger collide in the most intoxicating way. ✧ He's Bollywood's darling. Radiant, untouchable, a god on every red carpet. ✧ She's her shadow. A bodyguard forged in violence, sworn to protect him-even from herself. But when the cameras turn off and the doors lock, the rules shatter. "You are public property, but behind closed doors, every pulse, every breath, every terrified whisper-that belongs only to me, Abhi." This isn't a love story. This is a claiming. For those who crave romance laced with danger, power plays that toe the line between devotion and possession, and a love so fierce it hurts-this book is your sin. And I can't wait for you to fall into its pages. ------------------------------------

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀˖°🍧 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝐒𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 Siya was built for purpose, her frame curvy and solid, her skin a rich, compelling dusky tone that glowed under the unforgiving Indian sun. Her confidence wasn't practiced; it was an innate spiritual buoyancy. She handled cash, complaints, and compliments with the same easy grace, her eyes sharp and assessing, missing nothing. Her life was an open book, written in bold, optimistic strokes. She was sunshine distilled, a force of nature entirely comfortable in her skin and her place, even as she dreamed of places elsewhere. 𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍 Ekaansh Chauhan carried his world with him, and it was a heavy one. He was the definition of controlled containment. At sixteen, his lean, muscular frame was not the result of village labor, but of frantic, disciplined gym work-a physical attempt to outrun the demons that clawed at him in the quiet hours. He was strikingly handsome, certainly, but his beauty was sterile, guarded. His jaw was perpetually clenched, his eyes-deep-set and intense-held the muted, faraway look of someone who had seen too much, too soon.

UPCOMING!! Cover credit : @zeyrxane Thank you so much for this beautiful cover.

"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smirked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."