Fragments of Us is not just a book. It's a pulse - a collection of the stories I couldn't keep inside.
Over the past five years, these pieces have lived with me. They were written in stolen moments, whispered between heartbreaks, scribbled when I should've moved on but couldn't. Every story here held me captive at some point - and now, I'm handing them to you.
This isn't polished perfection. It's raw. It's scattered.
But so is love. So is memory. So is being human.
These are fragments of laughter that turned quiet. Prayers, I never said out loud. Moments I still dream about. If you've ever cared too much, stayed too long, or felt like you were made of unfinished sentences - then maybe, somehow, this was always meant for you.
Not everything heals. But some things echo.
The Rastogi brothers' fragile world cracks open when Reyansh brings Rivyut - the son of Vidhani, the woman who tore their family apart.
"Why bring her son here? Do you think we can forget what she did?" Raghav's voice was sharp, filled with pain and anger.
Torn between protecting their fractured bond and facing buried truths, the brothers' fight for unity spirals into a war where love, loyalty, and pain collide.The brothers must decide if family means forgiveness... or more heartbreak.