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Crossing the Divine
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Ongoing, First published Jul 23, 2024
MULTICOUPLE BOOK

"A journey from strangers to something divine"

Indian girl and Pakistani boy -
In the historic city of Agra, 17-year-old Vidhi, living in a hostel, navigates her dreams and desires amidst traditional expectations. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she meets Aayan, a 22-year-old Instagram influencer from Islamabad, through an online platform. Despite never having met in person, their virtual connection quickly deepens into something profound.

How their life takes turns and with what intentions Aayan approaches Vidhi. 

How does their life change when they meet like strangers in real life after 6 years with a past?

"Crossing the Divine" is a compelling story of connection and love, exploring how two young people from different worlds can find common ground and forge a path of love in a divided world.
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