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Book Review: Your Dreams are Mine now (JustMyThoughts)

 Your dreams are Mine Now

-by Ravinder Singh ( Author)


“Your dreams are mine now” is a perfect reading material for someone interested in romantic thriller blended with various darker shades of politics and power.  It is written by Ravinder Singh and instills a sense of pain in readers, including rage and revenge. 


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As could be devised by the title, the book does not solely revolve around love. The protagonists, Arjun and Rupali develop a strong bond while fighting for a same cause – Justice. The story depicts the fact that sometimes it so happens that the consequences of someone’s bad deeds are faced by some other person but should that be considered as reason and the cause be left behind!

The story has been marked by various instances showing the power in united citizen weaved by enthusiasm of Youth if directed towards a noble cause can leave no stone unturned to reach the junction.

The writing style of Ravindra Singh is like the ‘icing on the cake’ as it spices up every emotion experienced by readers.

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The youth occupies the driver’s seat while leading development of a country not just economically but morally too. The book takes you to the whole range of emotions – from love to sorrow, power to revenge and its worst outcomes. 

“Absolute Power Corrupts!”

This cute love story included fulfilment of each other’s dreams and even the drastic end could not be served as an obstacle for that. This tale is a great example of courage and puts forward the challenges against power.

Igniting the readers critical thinking in politics, it is a captivating material to be dwell upon!

More reviews on Romantic reads-

Coralina

If It's Not Love  ( Durjoy Dutta and Nikita Singh)

When Only Love Remains ( Durjoy Dutta)

A Hundered Little Flames (Preeti Shenoy)

Someone Like You( Nikita Singh and Durjoy Dutta)

 Thank you

ANU

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