Meet Milan Hilton. He is 42 and well established. The brooding type with a mysterious gaze and pepper-gray hair. The one who is always in a suit within a bunch of guys wearing summer shorts. He is the one your mamma tells you to get married to. Meet Ever Moses. She is 24 and charming. An Architecture student, she is the nerd that gets straight A's by the day and parties her nights away. She is the one who can take control of the room with her words and her beauty is just an added advantage. She is sometimes silly but loves profoundly. And when the worlds of these two collide, it is a love that was never seen before and with it comes the secrets and betrayals and society. Sometimes, the wrong time makes you fall in love with the right person. Read to know if Ever will ever have her happily forever. Love, Loren. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you are one one my old readers then I would thank you greatly from my heart that you have come to support my new book. I hope I do not disappoint. To the new readers who have come to read my book for the first time, I would like to apologize first, I do not update frequently. I am a full time worker with a grueling 10 hour shift daily. I hope you understand. But, would request all of you to give you honest feedbacks in the comments, it helps me write more. Everyone stay safe and happy. Love, Loren.

It's not been too long since I started writing. But I've found peace in writing unlike anything else. Here are my thoughts, what I feel, what I see, my perceptions, and my imagination. Welcome.

Dream Amour means 'dream love.' Amour is a French word meaning 'love'. Isabelle Forbes journals her favourite memories of life with incidents that she carries with her till her grave. Stay tuned to know who is her dream amour and what story does this book entails.

An amateur compilation of words of a hopeless romantic

Completed. ---------- "Why is Parth calling you CEO?" He asked suddenly. "Because I am one." I said proudly. "But I don't know, I mean your company... maybe something small you do." Roy shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. "Your mother knows me, Mr. Singhania." I smiled. "As well as your father. Well, we even danced at the ball three months back." Yes, I can play this game. "I see, I'm Roy." Roy held out his hand for me. "Ashna Kapoor." I shook his waiting hand and that old dying flame was ignited by that mere touch. ________________ Love, Loren.