It doesn't matters who you love, if that person reciprocates your feeling. Sometimes being, or getting things to be legal, doesn't help with the problem. It's the acceptance we want, not sympathy. I am Shanaya Singhania, I am an Indian and a lesbian and this is my story. . . . . . #1 in romanticfiction - January 27, 2019 #1 in girl×girl- December 26, 2019 #2 in pridemonth - November 13, 2019 #2 in drama-romance December 10, 2019 #8 in sexuality- November 25, 2019 #9 in Lgbtrights - December 3, 2019 #9 in indianlovestory - November 21, 2019 #14 in feature- March 23, 2020 #15 in lgbtpride- April 2, 2020 #19 in literasia- July 28, 2019 #21 in lesbianfiction- November 17, 2019 #22 in books- November 2, 2018 #31 in India- November 12, 2019 #31 in girlfriend- March 23, 2020 . . this is my submission for Wattpad Pen Your Pride With #WattPride. . . . This book is not edited, I will edit it once it is complete. . . . Hope you guys love the book. Also check out my other books. Happy Reading! Much Love Khushee Taneja.

[5 in #literasia, 14 in #lesbianstories] It was the twenty-seventh of May when it all began. In a single night, Indira Mistry gave her heart hope, wore it on her sleeve, got it beaten up, drowned it with alcohol, smoked it with cigarettes, poured it out and got it torn through and stepped on, all in the space of a few hours. She was convinced that was where her story ended, where her two-year liking for the only boy she had truly felt this strongly about came to an end. Indira Mistry, after seven double vodka and Cokes, four cigarettes and an almost trip to a strip club, had decided to tell the boy of her dreams things she had been too scared to even admit to herself. But little did she know, her time was just beginning and nothing could prepare her for the summer where she would finally start living for herself.