A Note
This is an author's note, I'll take it down before the next update, I just need to say a few things.
I really appreciate all the support everyone has shown me, not only for RISHTAA but for all my endeavours. I realise that you all take time out of your schedules to read the things I write, and it fills me with happiness and gratitude. That anyone enjoys anything I write still blows my mind, and I've come to recognise many of your usernames and avatars.
Some of you have noted, and correctly, that updates used to be weekly and are now fortnightly or, in this case, more. Because I had a nice, polite message about it today, I thought I'd take a moment to clarify.
I don't sit around for seven days at a time and think up of ways to torment you, to punish you for reading my stories. I'm not choosing dates for the updates to be purposefully difficult.
I obviously no longer the time to dedicate to this story that I used to. Something has changed in my circumstances ... I'm not comfortable sharing any more details but rest assured that I'm aware that reader engagement will suffer because of my circumstances.
However, I've never really cared about statistics.
If you're still reading this story in a few months when we're rounding out Arc Three then I will be grateful, but I don't expect anything. As I give out the dates of each update, it might be possible to combat any disengagement by re-reading the previous chapter (or two) so the emotions are still there.
I understand that it's not optimal, but things aren't exactly easy for me either and I'm trying my best. I've always been honest with my readers, and that will not change.
Now, because I'm not allowed to post up anything that's ONLY an author's note, here's a sneak peek into a scene that occurs somewhere within the remaining ~20+ chapters of RISHTAA.
Shaking her head, Khushi approached the bathroom, but the door opened before she reached it. Her pulse stalled as Arnav-ji stepped out, a pair of dark jeans slung low on his hips and no shirt sight. Her eyes left his face to travel down his chest, all burnished gold and muscle.
"Like what you see?" his tone was amused.
She twirled away with a squeak, hiding her face in her hands as mortification swept through her.
Oh Devi Maiyya!
Hehehehehe