💞💌 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 2 Smacking my head with a Pole-No no, This can’t be Me!

“This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening!” Avni chanted, pacing like a malfunctioning Roomba in a mud house that smelled of smoke and despair.

The women had left her alone for now, assuming she needed rest.

But rest? Rest?!

She needed Google Maps, a time machine, an Uber—anything but this hellhole of a village!

Even a radio would do, if it meant she could at least hear some familiar voices.

Maybe Lata Mangeshkar singing, but then again, was she even a singer in this century?

What the fuck am I thinking? Avni thought to herself, feeling overwhelmed and lost in the unfamiliar surroundings. She felt a wave of panic wash over her as she tried to make sense of it all.

Her bare feet slapped against the cool mud floor as she stumbled outside again. The sun beat down mercilessly.

She squinted, shielding her eyes.