The first time I paused while reading Beyond Love, it wasn’t because a line demanded applause. It was quieter than that. I found myself staring at the faint smudge on my Kindle screen, the kind you only notice when your mind slips away from words and wanders inward. That’s when I realised this book wasn’t asking to be read. It was asking to be felt. Slowly. Honestly. Maybe even a little uncomfortably.   Sanjeev Sareen is not trying to dazzle you with literary fireworks or spi

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