A Boy Named Khwahish now available!!

Okay, I’m a terrible author, because I forgot today was when my book was going to be published (despite being given this information a long time ago), and only realised that it had gone live after I clicked on the buying link out of curiosity which is mother flippin’ awful of me D: D: D:
And I also have an exam in 48 hours that I HAVEN’T STUDIED FOR because I procrastinated D: D: D: D:
But yeah this is it this is a very short, ranty, panicky blog post saying that my book is now live, I’m scared for my life because finals, and also, I’m alive and haven’t actually disappeared into the void?

But yes,


The last year of school was supposed to be a stressful mess, but Sathya never expected it would get this stressful or this messy. He’s pissed off with his parents, his best friend is convinced something is wrong with him, and there’s a new guy with a pretty face and dazzling eyes, and Sathya just can’t seem to ignore him.
Or rather, Sathya doesn’t want to ignore him.

Word Count: 10k
Tags: Young Adult, Contemporary, Multicultural, Coming of age, Indian high schools, first loves, friggin fluffy
Content Warnings: Homophobic family

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I’m going to figure out if I can do a giveaway but that’ll have to wait till exams end I’m afraid D:


Surprise! It’s a new book!

So I wrote something for the Take a Chance anthology that’s being published by Beaten Track, and I kinda forgot about it eventually haha. And then today I got an email that my book’s up for preorder like whaaa??? How cool is that?!

So here it is:

wpid-wp-1447532529481.jpg The last year of school was supposed to be a stressful mess, but Sathya never expected it would get this stressful or this messy. He’s pissed off with his parents, his best friend is convinced something is wrong with him, and there’s a new guy with a pretty face and dazzling eyes, and Sathya just can’t seem to ignore him.
Or rather, Sathya doesn’t want to ignore him.

It’s a multicultural, young adult, queer romance set in India. In high-school, no less. Exams are mentioned multiple times, because that’s how things are if you’re in high school in India. There are always exams.

This story is pretty special to me, because of the setting and the characters. Because I drew on my own experiences of high school, and the setting is kinda nostalgic to me (even more so now that I’m not living in India).

It’s available for preorder now from multiple sites:

buy at beaten track buy on amazon

I hope you guys enjoy the book when it comes out!


Thursday’s Tiny Tales: Mystery

Jose quickly darted his gaze away before the hot guy he’d been looking at caught him. He kept his eyes averted on purpose, so he didn’t notice when someone came up to the counter.
“Hey, wanna go out this weekend?”
It took a moment for him to realise that it was hot guy who was speaking to him. “Wh- you mean me?”
Hot guy nodded, his expression serious. “Yeah. I saw you checking me out.”
Jose felt his face heat up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable–”
Hot guy shook his head, his expression still serious. “I’m not here about that, though. Do you not wanna guntitled-designo out then?”
“Am I being punked? Are you seriously asking me?”
“No I’m not punking you. Yeah I’m serious. So?”
Jose considered it, and finally nodded, smiling shyly. “I… yeah, I’d like to go out with you.”
“Good. Is Sunday okay for you? We can go to that beer for dogs event. You like dogs?”
“Yeah, I like dogs,” Jose said, still a little disbelieving.
Finally, a small smirk appeared on his face, and he placed a napkin on the counter. “Cool, cool. So here’s my number. Call me.”
“Okay, but–”
“I gotta run now. See ya Sunday.”
“Wait,” Jose called out, but he was already gone. “What’s your name though…”

Thursday’s Tiny Tales: Noises Like Words

It’s silent in the house because it’s 2 am and his roommates are asleep.

He opens the website and quickly scrolls through the listings, checking to see if there’s anything new posted.

Ah, bingo. And it’s his favorite artist too.

He debates playing the audio file on speaker vs. playing it on his headphones, and in the end decides on the latter.

When he gets under his sheets, the bed feels like a block of ice and he shivers, with both the chill and the arousal that’s already flooding his body at the thought of what’s coming next.

He wears the headphones, and presses play.

A smooth voice purrs low in his ears.Noises Like Words (2)

“My my, what have we here? What’s a lad like you doing in my neck of the woods now, hmm?”

The voice is all bass, and the posh British accent makes his insides coil tight. He imagines himself in a forest, backed up against a tree by a faceless, humanoid creature. He stutters, trying to answer, but is shushed.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now anyway, does it? You’re here now, and I think I’m going to keep you here. You are such a fine specimen… it’s been a while since I had someone as stunning as you to keep me company. What do you say, boy?” A pause. “Are you afraid of me? Oh, dear boy, I would never harm you. I have no need to, after all. I just want to talk, and spend some time getting to know you. It gets dreadfully boring here, you know. Would you grant me the pleasure of your company?”

He releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding, exhaling a ‘yes’ into the air of his room.

The voice picks up, as if on cue. “That’s a good lad. Come along now, my den’s just over there… what is it, boy, can you not walk? Are you hurt? Let me see now… Oh, what’s this? Are you aroused, my sweet boy? What part of me caused that reaction, I wonder? Is it my strong arms and clawed hands? My furred legs? My scarred face? Or is it… my voice?” A low chuckle flows out of the earphones and into his ears, soothing and yet exciting. “Oh, you like that do you? You like me talking? What would you do if I came closer like this, and spoke close to your ear, tickling your delicate cartilage with my rough whiskers and filthy words? Would my darling like it better if I opened your trousers and grasped your prick, all the while telling you what I’m going to do to your beautiful body? Hmm?”

With all his focus on the voice purring dirty words in his ear, he doesn’t even realise that he’s sliding a hand into his boxers and moaning softly.

“Oh, look at how responsive you are, darling. Such a pleasure to look at your flushed face and hear your keening moans. It’s all for me, isn’t it? You’re mine, aren’t you?” A pause, filled with heavy breathing. “Aren’t you?”

The slick noises in his ears drown out the slick noises that he’s making in the dark of his bedroom, and he gasps, ‘Ye-yes!’.

“Good boy,” the voice purrs, becoming rougher with soft grunts, and the slick noises pick up in speed. “Such a good boy, my good boy. That’s it. Do you feel me against you, darling? Do you feel my breath on your neck and my hands on your skin? Do you feel how I squeeze your cock? Do you think you can come for me like this, lad? You can? That’s a very good boy now. Come on lad, come for me now.”

Toes curling, muscles clenching, he comes in his boxers, coating his hand.

In his ears, the purring voice continues. “There you are. Shh, shhh… You were such a sweet boy for me. There you go, my pretty little lad. My good boy. Sleep now, little one. Sleep…”

And he does, his heaving breath mingling with the steady, strong breathing in his ears.

Yaay Cover Reveal!


I finally buckled down and made a cover for the next book in the Love Like Coffee Series, Kaapi.

Kaapi Book CoverWhat do you think? And I have a blurb too:

Alan is a fool. This is an established fact, because he went and fell in love with Vaibhav, his irritatingly suave, ridiculously handsome, and frustratingly wonderful boss.

Now he spends everyday dreaming up completely inappropriate scenarios that involve their Boss-Secretary relationship, and wishing that Vaibhav would stop being so professional and just throw him over his desk and have his wicked way with him already, since there’s no way it’d actually happen in reality.

Maybe he should start writing erotica. At least then there’d be some type of happy ending in his life.

Damnit, he needed more caffeine.

The book should be out by late June, or early July, most probably. I’m so excited!

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Thursday’s Tiny Tales: Trap

Content warning: This is dark and mentions violence, blood, and non-con. 

Horny men were the easiest prey.

So easy, they were pathetic.

All Ren needed to do was lie in a secluded thicket, thickly scented with his own blood and slick. An injured omega in heat, the very picture of helplessness.

The perfect trap.

It was sickening how many fell for it.

Any Alpha male who came within a hundred feet of him caught a whiff of his perfume, and when they did, they came to investigate.

Not the friendly, concerned kind of investigation though, of course. It was the kind that wanted to take advantage of weakness.

They’d swagger in his direction, nostrils flared, dicks hard, wide sneers on their faces. Ren lay still and trembling, body language defensive.

He’d tell them to stay away. They never listened.

So Ren gave them what they deserved when they were too distracted with taking what they wanted from him. It gave Ren the sweetest satisfaction to watch as their life blood drained from their slit throats.

He looked up when he heard someone approaching, but relaxed when he scented his pack mate.

Mai smiled at him. “Good hunt, Ren?”

Ren smiled back after he licked the blood off his lips and tossed the rib he’d been chewing on. “Isn’t it always?”


Hm. I don’t quite know why this went where it did. I promise my next Tiny Tale will see me going back to fluff.

Thursday’s Tiny Tales: Labscapades 2

Wes loved handling the ninety-six-well plate in the lab. Pipetting was a meditative process, and he loved the rhythm of it: press the plunger of the micropipette, dip its tip in the vial of dye, draw the dye into the tip, transfer into the plate. Then repeat, changing the tip for every row.

It was nice. A little boring, but nice nonetheless.

He switched out the plate he completed for a new one. The lab was pretty empty, but he still checked to see if anyone, especially Hugh, was standing around. When he was sure no one was watching him, he turned back to the plate and contemplated it.

With a slight smile, he dipped the tip into the dye and started. He filled the wells in a pattern, starting with a well in the middle of the plate and moving upwards. When he finished the outline, he moved on to filling it in.

He set his pipette down and admired his plate, pleased at the neat heart that was now visible in it. He thought of taking a picture of it, and maybe making a nerdy valentine out of it. but before he could reach for his phone, a hand squeezed his shoulder, and Wes nearly fell off his stool. 96 well plate with heart design

“What the hell are you doing?”

Of course it was Hugh, the grad student who was also the TA for his Microbiology class, and the one guy Wes had a hopeless crush on.

“Uh… I was just… being creative?” Wes looked up at him and shrugged, smiling innocently.

Hugh gave him a sceptical look before his eyes flicked back to Wes’s plate. “As long as you don’t screw it up,” he muttered, before turning away to check on something else.

But Wes could swear he saw the hint of a smile on Hugh’s face.


I’ve decided to make Labscapades a little series thingie, because I love the idea of it.

I own the photo used.


Thursday’s Tiny Tale: Smile

The boy in the funky shirt was cute, but also out of his league. Max would have liked to talk to him anyway, but he seemed busy and didn’t look like he’d take kindly to being interrupted.

He’d seen him in the club room often enough, and always, he was occupied with his music or with a book, and never talked to anyone. Max thought it was kind of lonely.

The boy looked up suddenly, and Max was caught staring.

The boy raised a single eyebrow.

Max smiled and hesitantly raised a hand. Hi, he signed, waiting with bated breath to see how the boy would respond.

Hello, the boy signed back, a tentative smile blooming on his lips. Want to talk?

Max practically skipped over.


Photo credits: Bootcamp Business Model by Sebastiaan ter Burg

Thursday’s Tiny Tales: Labscapades

Wes was going to have a nerdgasm.

He tried hard to keep his eyes on the whiteboard and not on the new TA that had joined a week ago. Hugh was tall, and stern, and handsome, and really knew what he was talking about.

There wasn’t anything Wes found hotter than that.

Except maybe for the passion in Hugh’s eyes when he spoke about the subject; that was hotter.

He covetously traced the man’s broad hands with his eyes, memorizing the landscape of dark hair on his forearms, the swell of veins on the back of his hand, and the long, thick fingers that wrapped around the marker, spinning every time Hugh paused to explain a detail with clarity and precision.

He was daydreaming of just what exactly those fingers could do to him when the sound of a throat clearing brought him back to the present.

Oh shit, busted.

I know I’m a day late, but I didn’t want to skip another week, so here’s a Friday’s Tiny Tale.