One year ago, I didn’t sit down with a master plan to become an author. I wasn’t dreaming of fame, perfection, or a polished writing journey. I was just living a normal evening standing in the kitchen, cooking palak paneer when a random thought crossed my mind: what if I start writing a book? No overthinking. No preparation. No fear. I just listened to that impulsive voice and opened a blank page. That’s how Her Destiny was born... not from strategy, but from instinct, emotion, and a heart that needed somewhere to pour itself.
Since then, writing has become more than just storytelling. It became my escape when life felt too loud. My safe place when reality felt overwhelming. My therapy when emotions piled up. On days I couldn’t explain what I was feeling, I wrote. On days I wanted to disappear, I built worlds instead. I turned chaos into chapters, pain into plots, restlessness into characters, and healing into stories.
This year wasn’t aesthetic or perfect. It was messy. Full of self-doubt, disappearing, rewriting, overthinking, crying over scenes, questioning my worth, and still choosing to continue. There were moments I wanted to quit. Moments I felt like I wasn’t good enough. But somehow, I kept going because writing stopped being a hobby and became a part of my survival.
And to everyone who read my work, supported my stories, waited for updates, sent kind words, or silently stayed... thank you♡
You didn’t just read my books. You witnessed my growth, my vulnerability, my becoming. You gave meaning to my words when I doubted them. You made this journey feel real when I felt lost.
This is not just a one-year anniversary.
This is the celebration of courage.
Of impulsive beginnings.
Of not giving up.
Of choosing stories over silence.
And for those who’ve been wondering who’s behind these words…here I am, stepping out from behind the pages.
Your author~ Antriksha
