Excerpt: Preordained

A quote from the beginning of my book.

“Because there was nobody like you, there is nobody like you. Nights I have spent thinking I don’t deserve you but as time passes our souls come meandering through. Love for you was preordained, destiny never gave me a choice when it came to you.”
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Vanessa, the protagonist of my story is an inherent part of me. After all she is partly inspired from me. You We is her story, a paradox of sorts, a Manizer as well as a hopeless romantic who is immensely in love with her hometown Dehradun and has refused to leave it despite the opportunities. Many do lust after her but will this woman find true, eternal love is the question?
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I had always been an avid reader and I have so many books that at times I wonder if I should open a library. Infact, I sell books each year just to make space for more. As a child I grew up on Ruskin Bond and Enid Blyton. Each time I visited Landour (Bond’s abode), I often wondered how it would feel to stay there and write. I always imagined myself sitting on one of the benches in the lap of nature and write my first book. That had always been my dream.
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Unfortunately, the experience of writing my first book was quite an unbelievable one. My mid life crisis was a global pandemic but yes, fortunately it gave me time to follow my passion and my parents supported me so I did. After all ever since I started writing my blog (link in bio) they wanted me to be a published author. And I love them for that! Also, funnily enough, I am an ardent reader of Classics and I pride in my classic collections but I ended up writing a youthful romance in the most simplistic language (probably for the younger generation of millenials and the 21st century kids) Haha! It took even me by surprise as it is quite different from the poetry I write.
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I just hope people read it and like it. And to all who read it do leave your reviews!

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INSTINCT

“She wants to prove me and my intuition wrong. She says I am still his muse, that there is no other,” I said to her.

She laughed, “Someone should tell her that questioning your instinct; a woman’s Instinct is like saying the illusory horizon exists. Unlike the horizon you can’t see it but it is there. A woman just sits there with her intuition, it knows facts that disillusioned people think they are hiding.”

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February|2020

The Other Girl

“Didn’t you tell him that you already know? I mean, doesn’t it hurt you?” she asked.

“He isn’t telling me probably because he doesn’t want to hurt me. What is sad is I know about the other girl, her love for books and polaroids and how fascinated he is by her. That is my folly I know a little too much for my own good. Little does he know that he is hurting me more by hiding it,” I said. “Does it hurt, you ask? It does especially when you see right through his words and excuses and how he escapes the conversations, so I try not mentioning anything that would make him lie again. His hiding stuff from me, that’s what hurts.”

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The Soul’s Urge©|2020

Excerpt 2: A small part of the first chapter

I seemed to be third wheeling between the two of them when Alex remembered my presence.

“So, Vessa, still a Manizer, eh? That’s what they call you, don’t they?”

“Yeah, they do. What can I do about that?”

“Really? Why exactly do they say that?” Trish piped in, genuinely interested.

“Well let’s just say a quarter of a century of casualties or if you might call them that then, Relationships (though I don’t).”

“WHAT? Really? 25?” she looked flabbergasted.

“Yeahhhh…” I said.

“So who is the next prey? Eh?” Alex asked.

“They weren’t really “preys”! And well I am just not interested in playing around anymore.”

Alex stared at me long and hard. Trish looked at the expression in his eyes and I could feel that she certainty wasn’t happy.

“STOP staring at me! It looks creepy.”

“Well. Sorry. You just sound different in a very nice way.”

I looked at Trish with a side eye and groaned inwardly. I did NOT want Alex staring at me, I wished to tell her that. I started fidgeting with my phone. I wasn’t interested in Alex and I wanted to put her at ease so I made the excuse that I had some work, picked up my stuff, said my goodbyes and started to leave. Alex wanted to accompany me outside but I stopped him. I did not want things to get more awkward than they already were. I looked at Alex like, how could he be so dumb as to not realize the tension in the atmosphere and that made me wonder whether he was just stupid or simply slow in picking up the vibes.

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January|2020

Excerpt 1 : Manizer

Hold your horses. Here she comes. Vanessa the Manizer.

[This is the story of Vanessa. She is an inspiration and amalgamation of various women I have known. She is you. She is me. She is real. She is bold. She is sorted. She is confused. A paradox of nature. A Manizer made by situations but turned philosopher by one man.]

Manizer? That’s not even a term.Really? So what? If there can be womanizers then there can be a term called Manizer too. There is Seductress, Temptress, Femme Fatale etc. but why isn’t Manizer part of the posse? That is what me and my friends called me MANIZER.

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Not much of a story behind it. I had been through a volley of relationships and ended up dumping them. I was rated a Slut, a Hoe and a lot many other words because of that. Was my story ever heard? Naah! Not really! Not that I cared anymore (there used to be a time when I did). Time made me realize ignorance was certainly bliss.

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Yeah, so what if I wasn’t into serious commitments? I made sure men knew that before they started dating me and no, this wasn’t because I was a bitch. I had already tried giving love a chance THRICE and they all turned out to be infidels so anything serious now scared the wits out of me.

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A Hoe, A slut, whatever people might call me. I never seduced or tempted men but my tiniest advances got them hooked, they lusted after me (I had that charm and I was definitely NOT thankful for that). Also, I did not rebuff any flirtatious advances but I refused to risk falling for anyone again. So, you get it why the term Manizer seems more suitable, atleast to me.

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January 2020.