I’m sharing today Book Spotlight – ‘Beyond Scars’ by Alka Dimri Saklani
Hi, I am Avinash, but this is not my story. This is the story of Avni, my sister. I know the smell of cement and bricks still pulls her to the incident seven years ago where she made a daring yet ruthless decision. I know she is drifting away. I know she has begun to find comfort in Vivaan. But I don’t know if I like it.
Hi, I am Avni, but this is not my story. This is the story of Vivaan, the stunning, vivacious painter. There is something sad about the paintings he has locked away from the world in his storeroom. But he never talks about it. But then there are a lot of things he doesn’t talks about, like how deeply he loves me.
And what about Dev and Kangana? Isn’t this their story too? It wouldn’t have been if only we did one single thing differently on that ill-fated night, the night that changed the course of our destiny. And hey, I am Vivaan.
And what about me? Why does nobody talk about me? Or talk to me? Because I am a little girl or because…Well, this is my story too. You will ask who I am? The answer lies somewhere in the pages of BEYOND SCARS.
Excerpt from the book:
I closed my eyes but before I could drift away a loud thud startled me. When I opened my eyes Avni was on the floor, curled into a ball, gasping to breathe, and trembling heavily.
Shit. She had a panic attack.
“Avni, Avni sit straight and take a deep breath.” I rushed to her, lifted her by her shoulders and helped her sit. Her earthy aroma captured my senses and it was becoming hard to keep the distance, fighting the urge to protect her, embrace her in my arms. I helped her sit against the wall and rushed to the nearby tap. I got some water in my palms and sprinkled some on her face. I rushed to the tap again and got some water for her to drink. She pushed aside my hand.
“Avni, you need to calm down. You are here for Tia.” Thankfully, I knew how to convince her.
She sipped the water and as her soft lips touched my palms, a thousand desires were unchained. It took the last ounce of my will power to control my urge to hug her tightly and kiss away her worries like the old days. She soon pulled back and rested her back on the wall, creating distance between us. Once again.
I stood up and walked back to get a grip on my emotions. I pushed my hands, that were still burning from her touch, in my pocket.
To know more about the author, visit her website: http://www.alkadimrisaklani.com