💞💌 Author to Reader — Early Access Chaos Alert

Hellooo my beautiful chaos-gremlins 🤭💞

You’ve unlocked the forbidden corner of my writing cave — the Early Access Zone — where the drafts are spicy, the men are broody, and the heroines are always one brain cell away from disaster (same as me tbh).

This is your VIP pass.
Your front-row seat.
Your “I read it before it was cool” moment. 😌✨

Thank you for stalking— I mean supporting — my stories, screaming in my DMs, and demanding more chapters like unhinged aunties at a wedding buffet. I love you for it.

Alright, enough drama.

Ready to meet the hottie with the hammer?
Let’s dive into Chapter 1 before Veer smacks us with that pole 🔨🔥

— Your resident chaos queen,
Shaar Shree.

Chapter 1 Where Am I…and Who’s the Hottie with the Hammer?

The pain came first.
Then the smell.

Burning wood. Hot iron. Dust in my throat.
And the steady clank of metal against metal.

Clank.
Clank.
Clank.

“Can someone shut that noise up…?” I groaned, forcing my eyes open. My head throbbed. The ringing in my ears drowned out everything else.

Then—like someone flipped a switch—everything changed.

Sunlight stabbed through the cracks of a hay roof.
No AC hum. No buzzing phone. No soft hostel mattress.
Definitely no Fifty Shades paperback hiding under my pillow.

A straw mat dug into my spine. I blinked hard, trying to make sense of the scene.
Thatched roof. Mud walls. A flickering oil lamp.

“What the fuck…?”

I scrambled up, nearly tripping over the hem of a rough, heavy skirt. My nails—usually black and perfect—were chipped bare. My hair was braided tight, parted with a thick streak of vermillion. Glass bangles clinked on my wrists.
A cracked mirror hung on the wall.