Something Old, Something New - A DRA Production

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

‘Did the doctor say when he would be discharging you?’ Meesha asked as she settled into the chair near the bed. 

Nausheen aunty opened her mouth to say something but then her eyes were drawn to the door and Meesha turned to see who it was. 

Jahangir stood at the entrance to the room, filling up the space entirely and Meesha got to her feet, her mouth dropping open in shock. Was he really here or had she conjured him from her dreams and fantasies? 

‘What are you doing here?’ he snapped out, his voice harsh and unrelenting and Meesha reared back slightly. He was here. She didn’t quite know how to answer him. 

‘Nausheen Aunty, the nurse says the doctor will be here tomorrow. I’ll talk to him about discharging you then,’ he said, ignoring her as he walked inside and standing near Nausheen Aunty who looked at him, bemused. 

She tried to sit up and automatically Meesha’s arms went around her shoulder to help her and Jahangir did the same thing from the other side. Their fingers touched and both drew back their hands, feeling that same electric spark. They looked at each other – Meesha couldn’t believe it was really him. What was he doing here? How long it had been since she had seen his face, she wondered as she drank in his features – his sharp nose, those intense eyes, his slightly oddly shaped ears – everything about him that had been imprinted into her brain. She took in the differences in his appearances as well, and rather swiftly at that. 

He had filled out – he was no longer a lanky boy. His forearms were sinewy and his shoulders had become so much broader. She could see his chest outlined under the shirt he wore, at how deliciously male he was and she swallowed, as her own body responded treacherously, her nipples turning into hard points. She blushed, glad she was swathed in layers so no one could see what he was doing to her, and she tried to put away her reaction to him, the intensely physical reaction that she hadn’t experienced in years.

‘Why are you here?’ he asked her once more, rather sternly as though that would make her quail before him. 

‘I don’t need a reason to visit Nausheen Aunty,’ she snapped, using anger as a shield. 

Nausheen Aunty cleared her throat and looked from Meesha to Jahangir and shook her head. 

‘Tch, children. Fighting even after all these years?’ she said. Jahangir’s nostrils flared the slightest bit and Meesha almost wanted him to go so she could breathe easily. But she wanted to keep looking at him too. She never wanted to stop. 

Ignoring her, Jahangir turned to Nausheen Aunty. ‘So, I’ve made all the arrangements back in Mumbai. And just tell me what you need to take with you right now and I’ll pack it up. I’ll come back and pack the rest of it for you but we’re leaving as soon as you’re discharged,’ he said in a tone of finality. 

‘You’re going away?’ Meesha addressed the question to Nausheen Aunty, her heart sinking at the prospect of her favourite person leaving the town. 

Nausheen Aunty looked at them both and shook her head slowly. ‘Jahangir thinks for some reason that I’m going with him to Mumbai,’ she said softly. 

‘You are,’ Jahangir said.

Meesha looked at him, anger emerging from her exhaustion and she narrowed her eyes, even though she had absently noted how decadently deep his voice sounded. 

‘You don’t get to decide for her!’ she snapped at him. 

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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