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Book Review :You are the Best Wife (JustMyThoughts)

 You are the  Best Wife

      -By Ajay K Pandey (author)

You are the  best wife is a super sweet book with a hurting ending. The protagonist ,Ajay (who is the author himself)(in the  beginning) is an engineering student  who is a grown up when the book ends.You are the Best Wife.


                  (From Google images.)

The book presents the reader with a  bittersweet experience with cheered up things and the sad ones too , the worst ones including the hospitalisation phase of his wife, Bhavna. There are also parts in which the author had to struggle when he and Bhavna had different placements at the end of college and  also, when he had to convince his family for their marriage.

You are the Best Wife

There are soo many good lines in the book ,I mean, there are so many instances  that you find the language and lines beautifully written  . It is one of the books you could complete in one sitting .

It left me in tears. The end is tragic and scary. It's a beautiful love story . Its is a must pick if you are looking for a sensible romantic read .

I remember when I got finished with the book. It was almost 2 am of the night. The moment was  beautiful,  with the peaceful night and cool breeze and the moon shining above.

This the authors debut novel, for Her remembrance, for her words-" You Are the Best Husband.."

(  I dont know if i did justice to the book by my words, but seriously, it's a Amazing one...Loved it  )

More By the Author...

Her Last Wish

You are the Best friend

Other reads

It happens for a Reason 

The Interpretation Of Murder

Expelled ( James Patterson)



Thank you.

ANU.

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