🌸 I'm Back... The blog is reopening.... And There's So Much to Share! 🌸

 

🌸 I'm Back... And There's So Much to Share! 🌸

Hey lovely readers, 

It’s been far too long, hasn’t it?

First of all...thank you. Even after 10 months of silence, you all are still visiting, still reading, still holding space for the stories of Arnav and Khushi that we’ve loved building together. Your support means the world to me.

Now, the big news:
💖 'Love Me Not' is coming back! I’m planning to restart the story and complete it chapter-by-chapter, exactly the way we started: with passion, drama, and heart. But… I’ll need a few more weeks (2-3 weeks) to settle back in and give the story the attention it deserves.

In the meantime, I want to ask something special from you. Over these past years, I’ve been pouring my heart into writing romance novels beyond Arnav and Khushi, stories with new characters, fresh chemistry, and all the swoon-worthy moments you love. Which are already published on Amazon.

NEW FF: LOVE ME NOT - Chapter 5

LINK FOR CHAPTER 4

Khushi Gupta

As the plane touches down in Las Vegas, my heart races with excitement. I can hardly believe we're finally here – me, Pam, Lavanya, and Payal, ready for two weeks of unforgettable adventure. I didn’t care eloping from my own house for this trip, leaving a note for my so called husband showing him his place in my life. If he thinks he can make me dance on his wishes and whims, he is making a fool of himself. By now he might have got the letter from my father and might be cursing the moment he decided to work on our marriage, which I know is not because he truly wants the same. He must have some internal agenda – which involves his big fat ego to keep his wife in check.

The moment we step off the plane, the dry desert heat engulfs us, a stark contrast to the air-conditioned cabin we've just left.

“Ladies, welcome to Sin City!” I exclaim, spreading my arms wide as we exit the airport. The dazzling lights of the Strip greet us in the distance, a neon promise of the thrills to come.

We pile into a sleek black limo, giggling like schoolgirls as we pop open a bottle of champagne. The bubbles tickle my nose as I take a sip, the sweet taste a perfect start to our getaway. As we cruise down the famous Las Vegas Boulevard, I can't help but press my face against the window, marveling at the larger-than-life hotels and casinos.

Our home for the next two weeks is the Bellagio, a seven-star paradise that takes our breath away as we pull up to the entrance. Crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and the soft tinkling of slot machines greet us as we enter the lobby. I feel like a celebrity as we're escorted to our penthouse suite, complete with a panoramic view of the Strip and our own private hot tub on the balcony.

As we unpack and freshen up, we go over our itinerary one last time. Our itinerary is packed with everything a group of young women fresh out of college could dream of doing in Sin City. We’ve planned for wild nights at the hottest clubs, daring escapades on the Strip, luxurious pampering sessions, and everything in between.

NEW FF: LOVE ME NOT - Chapter 4

LINK TO PART 3

Khushi Gupta

Locking the door securely, I stomp over and yank his blankets off in one vicious tug. Arnav startles awake with a grunt, blinking up at me in shock. I plant my hands on my hips and glare daggers at him.

“Start talking, Raizada,” I growl through clenched teeth. “What the f*ck do you think you're playing at?”

My defiant glare bores into Arnav's still-sleep clouded eyes as he sits upright and shakes off the remnants of slumber.

This is bound to get ugly, but I'm not about to back down. Not after he pulled whatever stunt landed me in his bed.

Arnav leans back against the headboard, watching me with that infuriatingly calm expression as I glare at him. His eyes have a way of making me feel both exposed and deeply annoyed at the same time.

"Good morning," he rumbles, voice still laced with sleepy gravel. “Didn’t know you use cuss words too,” he remarks casually, like this is all some sort of joke.

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Whether you're a die-hard fan of enemies-to-lovers banter, the unexpected chaos of an accidental marriage, or the slow-burn beauty of a second chance, I have a story waiting to whisk you away.

Here's a taste of the delicious tropes simmering within these pages:

• Enemies to Lovers: Witness sparks fly as rivals discover a simmering attraction beneath their icy glares.

• Accidental Marriage: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas... unless it involves a ring, a drunk vow, and undeniable chemistry!

NEW FF: LOVE ME NOT - Chapter 3

LINK TO PART 2

CHAPTER 3



Arnav Singh Raizada


I down my drink in one burning gulp as Aman returns to the bar, watching Khushi provocatively dance with her friends.

“Are you competing with your wife on who can drink the most?” he asks with an amused smirk. “She's on her fourth peg.”

I clench my jaw, unable to tear my eyes away from the alluring sway of Khushi's hips in that skimpy dress. “Fourth peg and dancing like I'm not even here. I don't know what I’m doing here anyway.”

Aman chuckles dryly. “Exactly my point. Why are we here, Arnav? This is seriously intruding on her privacy. We're basically stalking her.”

I shake my head vehemently, slamming my glass down. “That woman is my wife. I have every right to know what she's up to.” I point an accusatory finger towards the dance floor. “Last night she didn't return to her home. And now she's wearing that revealing dress, dancing with every guy here like some...”

Precap: LOVE ME NOT - Chapter 3

Arnav Singh Raizada


The creak of the door opening could practically rouse the entire Raizada mansion from slumber.

"What the hell, Aman," I murmur as quietly as possible as he nudges the main door ajar.

"I didn't mean to," he whispers back. "And don't worry, your sleeping beauty won't stir even if you blast the Dolby stereo next to her. She's passed out, not merely dozed off."

I grit my teeth at his deliberate teasing, stealing a glance at the woman in my arms. My wife. Khushi.

She clings to my shirt, while I cradle her as though she were a fragile doll I must shield from the outside world.

Hari Prakash enters the living room, rubbing his eyes, only for them to widen at the sight of Aman and me returning home late at night, with a woman in my arms. Clearly, he hasn't recognized her.

"What?" I scowl at him. “Biwi hai meri!”