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But as he was about to finally turn completely around, I notice that little smirk on his face and I swear, wanted to pull out his hair whenever I have the chance to. “Nothing hard. Just Authors mentioned in the book I told you to read.” With a nodding head, I spent few seconds to organize my thoughts and to clear any distractions inside my mind and become someone who I really was when it comes to academics. I cleared my throat first before I started to speak. “I am dropping an American novelist, short-story writer, journalist, and sportsman, Mister.” I answered. “Okay, who is that person?”

he blurted out and I squinted my eyes at him "Wait a minute, I can't understand your words? then if you don't love reading how did you know the exact words written in her master and his submissive?" I queried, crossing my arms against my check and he scoffed, glancing up at me once more. "I'm author Dark Ink, I wrote the book you are so immensed in reading" he confessed and I covered my mouth in shock. "What! then how come they aren't any pictures of you on the internet?, I checked all social media sites. I can't believe I'm so lucky to have such a talented author in my presence" I squeaked in excitement.

He said. " What is so special about the book, I will also read it? " I asked. " It seems that writer is writing a book about us. The hero is just like me and the heroine is just like you. The story seems to have been written keeping us in mind." He said and I was shocked. As I had started writing a book about us. " What??? S..show it to me. Who is the writer?" I asked him. He opened the profile of the author and showed it to me.

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

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I did, but I made sure to stay at the other end of it, keeping my distance. "What do you want to know about me? Please don't start with my Dad." He nodded. "You can start by telling me about your books. How many you have written, when you started writing, the kind of books you write... Just tell me all about it." My face lit up, but I still felt that anxiety that came with talking about my works. I knew I wasn't close to being the best writer out there.

Kayden — the rising star in the literary world, the renowned author of The Upward Gravity, A Spark in the Rubble, The Dawn Theory, Beyond the Script, and The Beautiful Unbecoming. Every one of his books had been a success. I had read them all. They were my only source of motivation during the darkest days of my life. I first met him years ago, completely by chance, in a coffee shop. I was sitting alone, lost in the pages of The Dawn Theory, scribbling my own theories in the margins of the book. I was so absorbed that I didn’t even notice the man across from me until he suddenly shifted seats and sat beside me.

Hi there, everyone. This is Shreya Sengupta, the author of this book, Healing Mr. Brown. Firstly, I would like to thank you all for reading and investing so much time in this book. Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work.

Dear Readers, As I sit down to write these words, my heart is overflowing with gratitude. This book — my very first — is more than just a story. It is a piece of my soul, carved out over years of unexpected challenges, personal storms, and quiet triumphs. There were moments when life felt too heavy, when writing seemed impossible, and yet, somehow, I kept returning to these pages.