100% clean fiction. 300% drama. Butterflies? Check. Baarish? Always. Background music? Playing in my head. Powered by :  eye contacts, and too much ice cream.           

 --- Hi, I'm Zunairah.  I didn't choose writing - my imaginary characters chose violence. They hijacked my daydreams, threw a tantrum, and demanded slow-burns, chaos, and a plot that refuses to calm down. Naturally, I gave in (because who wins against dramatic fictional people, really?).     

So here I am.  WRITINGGGGGGGG YAYYYYY
    

𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖? Practically my love language.  
𝙋𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨? Sharper than winged eyeliner.                    𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨? Free but worth it.   
𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚? Slower than your Wi-Fi on a rainy day.  But still brings a whole zoo of 🦋🦋🦋

Oh, and yes, my stories are clean. Clean enough for your nani to read. Emotionally scarring enough that she might disown you after. 

My characters? Bigde huye hai sab ke sab.
They steal pieces of my life and still refuse to behave. 
They argue, they cry and I cheer them always.
Yet, they make me feel alive in ways real life simply cannot compete with.    

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥.  𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲.    

I love writing the scenes that makes me (you)  cry.
But hey, it's not end on heartbreak.... 
There's laughter.
There's banter.
and those soft moments that make you believe in love again.
 The kind that gives you butterflies, not just the sweet fluttery ones, but the wild ones doing backflips in your stomach like it's a circus.   

 Basically, my stories are emotional rollercoasters - with your favorite snacks. (Don't worry, not the Surf Excel one. I'm dramatic, not cruel. शायद.)