A thorn on the stem of a pink rose decided to narrate his story after 25 long years. He takes the reader through a beautiful journey of a life well-lived by him and by those with whom he shares his life with. Read on to learn more about his fascinating life.
Anyone who speaks to Ritu Kakar over the phone or interacts with her over messenger or chat will mistake her for a 16-18-year-old youngster who is bubbling with vivacity & passion. The positive attitude of this die-hard romantic belies her age. It probably has a lot to do with the environment at home. You know her as Ritu Kakar, the Contemporary Romance Author. I know her as a doting mother, loving wife, dutiful daughter-in-law, darling daughter, cute sibling and an amazing 3-am-friend.
One chilly winter morning, I visited Ritu Kakar for a steaming hot cup of chai with Parle G biscuits & some gup shup.
Rarely does one come across an individual who speaks with so much honesty, passion and innocence. I have had the honour of editing Love Unexpected for Ritu Kakar & it has been one of the sweetest romance stories I have ever read.
A kiss is born when two souls bathe themselves in pure love and crazy passion. Does it ever die? Read on to find out…
I am in a toxic relationship since many years. I know it’s killing me yet I don’t want to leave. I know many friends who are in a similar situation.
Please guide me.
The boys would know what it means to ride a bullet with a hot, sexy woman in the pillion seat. I was the object of envy at work & I gloated with pride, enjoying the attention. Dating Bindhiya and riding my bullet was a double whammy. I had the best of both worlds. I just couldn’t decide what was better, mounting Bindhiya or my bullet. Both gave me the ultimate feeling of masculinity.
Everything was going great until that fateful day…
Riots had broken out, a Hindu boy was accused of raping his Muslim classmate & both communities had gone ballistic. Jyotsna was in the physics laboratory and had climbed into the closet, only to find that it was already occupied. For both to fit in, they had to snuggle close, really close. What happened next?