For me as a reader, to be able to connect with Asmita falling in love with Abhimanyu on the basis of his writing, the writing should be phenomenal. It's juvenile and super cringey and I felt like my grandmother saying tauba tauba at the nonsense that I was reading. The writing feels like I'm reading the diary of a sexually frustrated teenage boy after India banned p*rn. I have read some truly terrible stuff, books that are toxic romances and devolve into really weird crime or psych thrillers, and yet to date this is the worst thing I have ever read.
This was my first Ravinder Singh book, and I think it's safe to say it will be my last. Okay, so first off, who let this guy be an author? WHO decided to publish the trash and that belongs solely on the screen of his laptop for him and his delusional fantasies.
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