Book Release Day for Physiology of Love #romance #novella

Hi folks,

I’m happy to share the book release of Physiology of Love with all of you. Hope you’ll check it out and enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed penning this novella. It’s the story of Dr. Aashita and Dr. Hardik, professors working in a medical institute who struggle to find their HEA. In the pandemic times, it didn’t look like it would see the published status, but thankfully it got done and is now up at Amazon kindle. Yay! Excuse me for the happy dance 🙂

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Sharing below the details of the book.

Blurb:

Dr. Hardik Kashyap is looking forward to a new job and to deepen his friendship with lovely Dr. Aashita when he joins as HOD in Physiology at Central Medical Institute. Unfortunately, his expectations smash to bits. His start at his new post is far from amiable, and as for Dr. Aashita, she sends a shower of angry sparks his way at every meeting.
He is willing to keep things at the friendship level, but it seems nothing works with her.
As a physiologist, he’s well versed in the regulations of the body functions and the working of the mind, but he just can’t seem to get a handle on the physiology of love.

Excerpt:

‘Please, Aashita, let’s discuss this calmly –’
She cast him a smoldering glance and he corrected hastily, ‘Dr. Aashita – ma’am. Why don’t you sit down?’
‘I can listen just as well standing.’ She stood upright and folded her arms. ‘So why exactly did you change the schedule?’
Hardik looked at her, still not believing she’d gone into this attacking mode. He spread his hands in a pacifying gesture. ‘I thought we could work together, you know, seeing how well we got along when you came for the exam at my college. We enjoyed the same food choices together and went sight-seeing and trekking…’ He waited for a reaction and tagged on, ‘I still have the pinecones you painted one evening. Wasn’t that fun?’ When she stiffened and didn’t make any reply, he tried again, spreading his hands in a placating way, ‘As the Head, it’s my job to assign the classes –’
‘So you came prepared to walk all over everyone.’ She unfolded an arm to make a walking gesture with two fingers on his desk top that at any other moment would have been comical. But confronted with her snapping gaze, laughter was the last thing on his mind. ‘Very well, if that’s your way, I should learn to put up with it.’
‘No! Aashita, listen –’ Hardik tried to find the words, but she was gone. He half rose then sat down again. A frown creased his forehead. It hadn’t been his fault that she didn’t get the schedule and the words were completely uncalled for. How could he understand what had made her do this? A slow anger at her unjustified rage began to simmer within him.

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Book Release day: A Twist of Fate #historical #fiction

Hi folks,

I’m happy to share that today is the book release day of historical fiction A Twist of Fate. Set in India in early medieval period A Twist of Fate explores the attitude of ancient society towards women. Charulata is set to have an arranged marriage as per norms of those times. But a twist of Fate changes the circumstances and her life is changed completely and unexpectedly.

A Twist of Fate follows the entwining fortunes of Charu and Deva in the post Vedic ancient India. Greed, treachery, and deception feature highly in this story of royal suspense. Can love have a hope of surviving amid such intrigues?

To be a courtesan in ancient India was a fate far worse than slavery. This is the second book written on the theme by the author. Also read Against The Tide, the story of the royal concubine, the first book with the same theme.
Today it has debuted with a good opening and is featured as no. 1 in New Releases in its category at Amazon. com.

Also read an excerpt from this book.
Excerpt:
Her curved brows arched a little more – the mobile movement betokening the agility of a dancer’s expression. ‘Mayhap the tall form of my cousin pleases you better than a moderately built one like mine.’ At this, her eyes brimmed with humor before her lashes became cast down to hide it.
He resisted the urge to go over to her and tip up that firm looking chin. ‘I can’t tell what pleases me until I’ve held the form in my arms.’
He’d succeeded in having her gaze back to him, tangling with his and now her mouth curved in enjoyment of the sparing.
She said in a low well-modulated voice. ‘You certainly have your ideas clear in your head, swami.’
He made a gesture of half of impatience and half dismissal. ‘Don’t call me your master. It’s a slave more likely.’ His mouth twisted at the admission. The clink of ornaments sounded and Charulata came closer to him. Her hands were held in front of her, fingers tightly interlocked. He reached out and pried them loose, clasping each. They trembled in each of his like trapped birds. Their gazes locked. His pulse increased its pace. He thought his insides trembled also and couldn’t reason why.
‘Do you really wish me to be so brazen as to step in your embrace?’
He gazed down into her eyes, conscious again of that mixture of humor and the shyness of a bride. He surely didn’t wish her to come any closer. His blood pressure might not sustain it.
In direct contradiction, he said, ‘Do you want to?’
Her eyes widened a little, but he had to acknowledge she didn’t lack for comprehension. Two slim arms like the snakes of temptation wreathed round his neck and her warm curves pressed against his – what now seemed to have been destitute – body.
He felt definitely a tremor run through him. Instinctively, his hands reached out resting at the niche of her curving waist… She fit against him perfectly. His arms must have been made to hold her, her body to mold against his. His mind jumped to hope, to curiosity, the insistence how perfect would be the ultimate union with her –
Conscious of two impulses drawing him equally strongly in opposite directions, he tried to clear his mind. The urge to flee, to put distance between them, to remember why he was here – a lowly deception that clawed at him – was tossed against the second, as powerful wish – to take her to the folds of the silken sheets of the rose-petal strewn marriage bed.
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