I didn't grow up believing I could be a writer. In fact, I grew up being told I would fail.
As a child in India, I struggled with dyslexia. School was a battlefield where the letters on the blackboard made no sense, and teachers reminded me daily that I was falling behind. In a culture where academic success was everything, I was the kid who couldn't keep up. My parents worried constantly. I hated school.
But I had an escape: my imagination.
I built entire worlds in my head-ones where I could be anyone I wanted. I dreamed up characters like Zayed, emotionally reckless and brilliantly artistic, or Anya, fierce and unyielding in her ambition. I scribbled in notebooks, drew scenes, filled diaries. But I never dared to call it writing. Not really. Writers, I believed, didn't mix up words. Writers didn't have spelling this bad.
So, I became an entrepreneur instead.
I built two companies from scratch. I moved countries and then, life handed me something I didn't see coming-a rare kidney condition. It shook me, yes, but it also gave me clarity. If I could face this, I could face the one thing I'd always run from: writing.

So I sat down and began to write the story that had lived inside me since I was a teenager-the story that once saved me. I wrote through the fear, the doubt, the imposter syndrome. I wrote because I needed to, because I had something to say.

Till I Do Us Part is that story. A story about rebellion and desire, identity and survival. It's about finding your voice.