Sunday, February 23, 2020

Coming Home by Andaleeb Wajid from Something Old, Something New - A DRA Production



Seven bestselling authors. Seven incredible second chance romances. One epic anthology. 

What would you do for another chance with the one you love? 

Something Old, Something New - a unique novella anthology - tries to answer this question with fantastic, different, desi dramas. 

Whether it is shapeshifters or shifting interracial relationships, single moms in small towns or rich alpha heroes, friends-to-lovers or passionate ex-husbands; this anthology has something for everyone. 

Something Old, Something New explores the many different facets of love, forgiveness, fated mates and more in seven, distinctly Indian tales!

Coming Home by Andaleeb Wajid

When fate brings you back to face the one you loved and lost, what will you do? 



When Meesha breaks Jahangir's heart and marries the man her Abbu has chosen for her, an angry Jahangir leaves the small Coorg town of Dhakara, vowing never to return. But when an ailing aunt brings him back to the town, nearly a decade later, Jahangir finds that Meesha is now a divorced, single mother and his heart still yearns for her. Will Jahangir put behind his anger and forgive Meesha and give the two of them another chance or is it too late for him to come back home, to the one place and the one woman his heart has never stopped loving?


Read an Excerpt from Coming Home


Meesha Khan rubbed her lower back as she got up from the floor of her family café Sweet Nothings and then proceeded to rub her butt as well. She was glad no one was around to see her fall as it was too early in the day, thankfully.
She’d walked inside the café this morning, depositing her usual paraphernalia on the counter - keys, handbag, her carry-on bag in which she carried a spare change of clothes, clean aprons and other odds and ends. Her assistant Ramya was the one who had locked up the café last night. She had spilled something on the floor - being the clumsy doofus that she was - and hadn’t bothered to wipe it up. 
Obviously, Meesha had put one foot on the floor and wham, she’d slipped and fallen down. Her butt throbbed the slightest bit and she knew she’d have to put some balm on it tonight. But there was no time to think about nearly broken butts. Not when there were bills to pay and money to be made and customers to be appeased
She peered at the list on the industrial sized fridge in the kitchen, wondering if she needed to get glasses already. Pushing her curls behind her ear impatiently, she noted down the first few items on her to-do list. This would take all day, she thought with a sigh when her phone pinged with a message. 
She looked at the screen reluctantly. It was a reminder from the bank that her credit card bill was due in the next ten days. Anger burst through her veins as she tapped out a number and hit dial. The phone rang but no one answered. 
Typical, she thought, her chest rising in anger. She already had a lot to deal with. She redialled and the same thing happened. She kept it up until her ex-husband Arbaaz answered the phone lazily. 
‘Even on the phone you’re such a nag,’ he said by way of greeting. 
‘Listen, you asshole,’ she said, her voice low and furious. ‘You were supposed to pay the credit card bill by now.’
‘I couldn’t do it this month. Why don’t you pay it off this time and I’ll take care of the next?’ he asked. 
‘That’s what you said the last time,’ Meesha reminded him, her voice almost down to a growl.
‘Quit bitching. I said I’ll do it next time,’ he said and he ended the call. She sat at the kitchen table, trying to calm herself down. When Arbaaz had suggested taking out a loan on her credit card last year, to help him in his business, he had promised her that he would repay the EMIs every single month. She’d agreed reluctantly because she knew his financial history was not as solid as hers. 
But since then, he’d cheated on her with one of his college mates, divorced her, married the other woman, and moved to Bangalore, while she still languished in Dhakara, struggling to pay the bills, figuring out how to keep the business afloat. The asshole hadn’t turned to even look at poor Hammad, their seven year old son who had been heartbroken when his father had left them and gone. 
Exhausted and feeling like she could no longer take the pressure, she put her head down on the table and cried. Why, Abbu? Why did you have to do this? 
She cried for the young girl she had been, the dreams she had, the hopes she’d cherished. Everything gone because Abbu had made a life-altering decision for her. How would her life had been if she hadn’t married Arbaaz? If she hadif she hadshe couldn’t bring herself to even think of his name. 
Jahangir. Jahangir Alam, her mind supplied her unnecessarily. As if she’d ever forget.


About the Author:

Andaleeb Wajid is a hybrid author, having published 24 novels of which the last six have been self-published on Amazon. Andaleeb enjoys writing in a number of different genres such as Young Adult, Romance, and Horror. Andaleeb’s horror novel House of Screams has been optioned for the screen and she has an upcoming romance novel with Penguin Random House in 2020. Her YA novel When She Went Away was shortlisted for The Hindu Young World Goodbooks Award in 2017.

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