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  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. 1. JHANVI
  5. 2. ASHRAY
  6. 3. JHANVI
  7. 4. ASHRAY
  8. 5. JHANVI
  9. 6. ASHRAY
  10. 7. JHANVI
  11. 8. ASHRAY
  12. 9. JHANVI
  13. 10. ASHRAY
  14. 11. JHANVI
  15. 12. ASHRAY
  16. 13. JHANVI
  17. 14. ASHRAY
  18. 15. JHANVI
  19. 16. ASHRAY
  20. 17. JHANVI
  21. 18. ASHRAY
  22. 19. JHANVI
  23. 20. ASHRAY
  24. 21. JHANVI
  25. 22. ASHRAY
  26. 23. JHANVI
  27. 24. ASHRAY
  28. 25. JHANVI
  29. 26. ASHRAY
  30. 27. JHANVI
  31. 28. ASHRAY
  32. 29. JHANVI
  33. 30. ASHRAY
  34. 31. JHANVI
  35. 32. ASHRAY
  36. 33. JHANVI
  37. 34. KAVYA
  38. 35. ASHRAY
  39. 36. RISHI
  40. 37. JHANVI
  41. 38. DR SHYAM
  42. 39. ASHRAY
  43. EPILOGUE
  44. TO MY READERS
  45. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  46. ABOUT THE BOOK
  47. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  48. A MUST READ

‘I’m glad she was with you,’ I replied, not wanting to push for more details. Latika was a lot to handle, but she was a good person, a reliable friend, and I was glad that Jhanvi had someone like her in her life.

Just then, her friend Kavya pulled up in a taxi. I leaned over and kissed Jhanvi on the cheek, promising to call her if I felt there was anything I couldn’t handle and making her promise the same. Although I knew that her need to control her life, her fear of failure, would mean that she wouldn’t. I cared for her in a way that was different to how I had felt about Sakshi. I had no expectations of her, but I did hope. Hope that, with time and with healing, we could find a middle ground. Somewhere between the comfort we felt together and a deep love that would never fade. She took her phone from me, greeting her friend warmly, but I could see it, the monster rising inside of her.

‘The only thing you can do is be there for her, Ashray,’ I told myself as I jumped into a taxi that would take me to the emptiness of my home.

33. JHANVI

33

JHANVI

No one ever fully recovers. Recovery is a process, ongoing and always changing. The things that set you off before become irrelevant and other things become important; life will always have something else that it throws at you. Challenging you to rise or daring you to crumble. Resting is not a sin, hiding for a little while to recover, regroup and find the strength to move forward again is fine, but hiding forever? That isn’t an option. That isn’t a recovery, it is defeat, and defeat isn’t an option when you love yourself.

‘You cannot fit anything else into your schedule, Jhanvi.’ Kavya was pushing back at my insistence that I needed to get more done to bring my figures back up to where they had been. I was irritated, battling more than one addiction, and my body continued to try and force me to relapse. I used positive reinforcement every day, but some days I needed to repeatedly tell myself that I was beautiful and loved. Today was one of those days that I felt I needed a mirror attached to my hand, to remind myself that I was capable of overcoming everything right now.