*BOOK TWO OF THE EMOTIONS SERIES* First, they said study well. After that, get a job. Then, get married. After marriage, the obvious, have a kid. But, does it stop there? No. Then comes the pressure for having a second kid. ***** Most people don't live their own life. Instead, the society tells them what to do. Aaruthira and Rudroneel have been happily married for years with a beautiful daughter. They were lucky to have parents who were respectful of their love despite the cultural differences and had their family's blessings. Life with love was a roller coaster ride for them. But Aaruthira and Rudroneel overcame it with lots of difficulties. However, what will happen when another emotion comes in? Will they be able to overcome it with the same courage and determination?

Twenty-four-year-old Kashvi Acharya doesn't want to get married. Especially when she's at the turning point of her career. She wants to work, progress her career and build a life for herself beyond the confines of home and kitchen- unlike the women in her family. Definitely no marriage in her plans right now. Unfortunately, her conservative family didn't get the memo. Now Kashvi finds herself in a dilemma, be the obedient daughter that she always has been and marry the handsome stranger who fascinates and scares her at the same time... or run away to her freedom. Just so you know, latter option comes with a certain jilted groom who might be out for a revenge. ***** Excerpt: "Antarang," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I'm sorry I hurt you." My words shattered the moment. The Rage and hatred in his eyes were back. My heart clenched. His grip on me tightened, almost hurting me and grounding me in a reality I didn't want to face. "Princess," he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. The once-affectionate pet name now sounded like a curse, and I hated the way it made me feel-ashamed, broken. "Your sorry doesn't mean shit. You made your choice and now it's time to pay for it." Before I could respond, before I could process his words, he released me. My knees buckled slightly, and I pressed against the wall for support, trying to catch my breath. By the time I looked up, Antarang was already gone. *****