When I Said I Love You

By Ajay K Pandey

Coming from a conservative family from a small town, Ajay is looking forward to his days in an engineering college. Scared of the ragging stories and happy to be on his own, little does he know that the fearless and independent Bhavna will steal the show, and his heart, while he is still finding his way.

Follow his story as he chases his dream and his love in the month of love.

Will Ajay's love be his this Valentine?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Srishti Publishers
• Release date: Feb 13, 2019

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Praise for You Are the Best Wife

Bhavna’s last words become strength for Ajay, who lives to fulfill his promise of love.

— Business Standard

"... channelise his agony into writing. The result? Two best-selling novels, You Are the Best Wife and Her Last Wish, based on a true love story.

— The Asian Age

... anyone who is going through a rough phase in terms of a personal relationship must read this.

— Deccan Chronicle

... Pandey beat the likes of JK Rowling and Devdutt Pattanaik to go to the top of the bestselling list in India.

— Mid-Day 

...Ajay K Pandey hit the big league of pulpy romance

— Quartz India

... a bestselling book is made

— Scroll.in

The loving heart of a beautiful soul Bhavna, encouraged Ajay to fight back and start looking at life in a positive way.

— India Café 24

It is one of the purest, heart-warming love stories I ever read...

— Salisonline.in

When I Said I Love You

A True Love Story

An extract from 

YOU ARE THE BEST WIFE

Ajay K Pandey

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Copyright © Ajay K Pandey, 2019

This is an extract from Ajay K Pandey’s You are the Best Wfe

This is a true story. The author has tried to recreate events, locales and conversations from his memories. He may have changed some identifying characters and details such as physical properties, timings, occupations, dialogues and places of residence of people mentioned herein.

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

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Dedicated to Bhavna’s parents.

I will always be thankful to both of you for

blessing me with such a loving wife.

Ragging is a Criminal Offence

August 2003

Hello buddy, I am Ajay. In electronics, from Rihand Nagar, NTPC colony, I replied.

He frowned, Just Ajay?

Oh, it’s Ajay Pandey.

In a place like Allahabad, surnames matter a lot. People may forget your first name, but not your surname. We both exchanged a half-hug, or to be more precise, a manly hug. The sense of belonging to the same place seemed to have brought us closer instantly.

Before I go on, let me introduce my hostel friends since their names will come up time and again:

Gaurav Singh: My roommate. He was cheerful, talkative, confident and confused at the same time. No one dared to talk to him as it meant only listening from the other side.

Dipendra Singh: I hate to say it but, he had been my junior at take to next line St Joseph’s School and he was a master at analyzing girls. I can’t even bear to mention the kind of things he would find out about them, things Google itself would fail at. He was a master at talking to girls with no hesitation. Sometimes, I felt he might have committed suicide if IERT was a ‘boys only’ institute.

At 11:30 p.m., I was lying in my boxers and was about to fall off to sleep. Suddenly, a group of half a dozen gregarious men started pounding heavily on every door, shouting like military men.

Bloody freshers. Everyone assemble in the corridors! Move! Now!

The shouting was quite scary, but seeing everyone moving towards the corridor, I followed. We stood lining the walls of the corridor while the seniors stayed in the middle. They seemed like dacoits and we shivered like poor villagers.

Third button! No eye contact! one senior shouted at me. I hung my head like a war prisoner.

The introduction had a set pattern: full name, branch, and place of origin. We did this in a flash. Then, one senior shouted in a horrible voice.

Lights off, he instructed one of his friends. I was a bit at ease and I raised my head a little, but

Reviews for When I Said I Love You

[Anubhuti Bidolya · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

Cliche college story. Waste of time and no good use of words