Beneath All the Noise

I didn’t write Beneath All the Noise to tell a story.
I wrote it because I couldn’t ignore the stories that were never told.

Stories of girls whose laughter went unnoticed.
Of dreams broken behind scholarship letters.
Of silences dressed as survival.
Of monsters who didn’t look like monsters.

This book is not about one Aarav, one Vivaan, or one Sanya.
It is about all the versions of them — walking among us.

Aarav represents those carrying guilt that was never theirs to bear.
Vivaan is proof that complicity can wear a handsome smile.
Sanya, Kiara, and Meera… are the heartbeats we forget to listen for, until it's too late.

If at any point while reading this, your hands trembled, or your breath hitched, or you saw a name between the lines — then this book did what it was meant to do:

Make noise.
And beneath it, be heard.

To the survivors reading this — this book is for you.
Not because I can speak for you, but because you deserve to be spoken to.