After a long time, I finally gathered the courage
to put into words the thoughts I’ve always
carried for your book.
I still remember the time when I didn’t even
know what “fiction” truly meant, until one day
my sister started telling me stories. Like every
elder sister, she never really wanted me to
explore these things too soon, but she still
shared them with me little by little. And then one
day, she told me your story.
At first, I wondered why she was telling me
about such a painful tale about a man who was
abusive, and a broken girl. I remember hating
Aksh in those initial chapters. But as the story
unfolded, something unexpected happened I
found myself drowning in it. Slowly, the same
Aksh I once despised made me cry, made me
feel, and finally made me fall in love with his
character.
I know it might sound strange, even a little silly,
but this was the very first book I read on
Wattpad, and it left a mark so deep that I’ve
never been able to move on from it. Even now,
whenever I come across anything that reminds
me of the book, I am like it’s Aksh. And
whenever I see a rose, I think of the way he used
to chant her name with such raw love and
vulnerability 'his Rosu.'
Not just Aksh, but every character in your story
lives with me. Even Piyush and Arush. I still
remember how they made me laugh, and how
much I wanted to protect them simply because
they made Aksh happy.
But beyond the characters, I want to speak
about you. I don’t know you personally, but to
me, you will always remain one of my most
favorite authors. Because the way you write so
raw, emotional and so painfully beautiful has
the power to touch hearts in a way words rarely
do. You made me cry, you made me smile, you
made me feel. And for that, I will always cherish
your work. I’m still waiting for the day you write again.
