I’m thrilled to share an exclusive sneak peek of my latest Historical Romance novel with you! My protagonists, Suri and Giri, are royalty by birth but a poet and a playwright at heart. Writing the poetry for this novel has been both an absolute joy and a delightful challenge! I’m currently at 55k words and aiming to complete the first draft by the end of this year.
The actor’s voice broke as he crooned the last line, holding the hand of the dead girl on the floor. Since all the performers were male, the actor trying to hold in his breath was also one. Though Suri knew this was a play, the music emanating from the lone flute pushed all her anguish into her throat and tears misted her eyes. The dark act took place in front of a colorful mural of a spring garden, flowers spilling everywhere. The contrast between the bright blooms and the fading lives could not be missed. A sob escaped his throat as the actor plunged a dagger into his chest and dropped on his lover’s chest.
She had dreaded coming here, worried about how the audience would react to the pourings from her mind. The night was dreadfully silent, no chatter from the crowd. She assumed that was a welcome sign.
“Is that your poem?” her cousin, Kanika whispered, breaking her out of her revere.
She nodded slowly, still stunned from hearing her words. Her own words. It felt like being in a rain shower on a hot day.
Anna Bushi 