𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀

Hey dear author, I really appreciate your gesture. I would love to read your story. But can I read it from 10 dec as I have my final exams currently. Hoping for the best. And all the best for your story.

Chapter 24 is out, guys!
          You definitely get to comment! I want them!
          Please :') 

It was a huge argument. In my family. Mainly between my siblings. And it was huge.
          
          My pup first tried to stop them. He barked many times and then, he fell silent. He only watched everyone.
          
          When finally everything turned silent, I came out of my room. I so badly wanted to cry. I just touched my pup’s head and he began hugging me, licking my face like he wanted to make sure everything was alright. He followed me and when I came back, he again tried to hold my leg. Literally, tears welled up in my eyes.
          
          Today, he didn't even ask for food. He just waited silently.

The difference between our love ones and the strangers — for me — is that our loved ones were made to be our supporters bc the world is enough to hurt you. But now, we are telling our lovers the misery we live in, including our parents that hurt us.
          
          I understand they had a tough life but they must understand, that we too have our first time on this earth. We are not perfect. They too might have made some mistakes, right? Then why do they expect us to solve every issue like we were born with magic wands?
          
          Someday, I'll write to all parents —’please, understand your children’. I know they are concerned but concern isn't mentioning their mistakes over and over again which were long forgotten. Love doesn't keep a record of misdeeds.
          
          People talk about evil children abandoning their parents but nobody talks about parents which make their own children's life a living hell, and how they kill their own child with taunts. No support, no motivation, no help and yet, we are expected to touch a mountain peak.
          
          And they say, you're exaggerating. I'm sorry, I don't have a smooth life. I have so much to deal with and people wonder, why my writing bleeds sorrow.

On his birthday, he sent me the video of his niece. She's a toddler — the one who kept kissing me on the cheek on his birthday *in tears*.
          
          She wished him this year and told him that she loves him. Okay, that was cute. She's my favourite. Last time she gave me the video message in which she was following after her aunt, saying, “Ina.. kaa o? Jaldi aa jao.” (Her language is broken). And in the end, she got confused and practically begged me by folding her hands, “Ina please, aa jao please!” Gosh! That moment! I truly love her.
          
          And we both love her uncle. Lol! Couldn't help but say it. He shouldn't know that I write about him.

Hey author,
          
          Can you please try my book. If you don’t like then it’s fine but please give it a try

I saw a dream and he was leaving. I've been restless since then. My longing for him has only increased. Idk what to do. I thought I was doing better but every time I see him, I'm crying behind his back and then in my bathroom. Today, I felt how “actually” good I was doing in tying to move on. And I wonder, can I really? He keeps telling me that it'll turn harder for me and I always waved it off, knowing that the heartbreak isn't a new thing in my life but whenever it's “him” I feel my heart trembling inside my chest.

I didn't want him to know about my weakness that I'm getting anxious again. Yet, I found myself texting him that please pray for me. He popped up the next moment and asked me the whole matter. I didn't want to share yet I did, ending up with tears by the time I was done. He made me understand that everything's going to be alright. I laughed and wondered if I was being pathetic to him, that doesn't he grow weary of me? He said, No.
          
          But deep down I think, somewhere what stops me from doing stupid things is.. there smile. I didn't want to trouble them or I'd have done many things gladly. What stops me is the question; Is God going to like it? He won't.
          
          Still, deep down, I want to escape, maybe disappear into the air but then, what's the fun if life becomes smooth?
          
          :)

Hye V4V??

No matter how many times I try to be that old girl or go with those dark books I used to read, I can't.
          
          I've seen it. I tried so many times to write something dark but I couldn't. I failed. I'm unable to come up with the ideas like I used to and I feel uncomfortable, detached with such things now. 
          
          It's shocking to me! 
          
          The least I spent with Jesus was three months and just look at this—I never knew I'd change this much. And do I regret that? Rend my heart and see I'm much happier with this. It's like I'm free now. I feel like I know truly what it is to write romance.