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Bushra Rahmani



 Sprinter and Self-proclaimed World-record holder, Bushra Rahmani has been rolling and running for twenty-two years on the track called life; escaping anything that holds stability. She's so much into fiction-writing that she has formulated a fictional life where she's espoused her favorite person, penned a best-seller, and evolved into a millionaire. 

Question her about her personal-professional life, and she'll tell you about the love-hate relationship she has with her medical textbooks, the permanent courtship with creative writing, and the illicit affair with the fantasy novels. Ask her about her writing experiences, and she'll reveal how she loves transporting her readers to a place where women are strong, and men are humane. 

Press her about her hobby, and she'll share how she enjoys writing about her in the third person.

Preiksha Jain 


 She is always on her phone writing or reading old chats. And when she is not on the world-escape device, she is either cleaning her younger one's poop or tending to her older one's tantrums. She likes to make her partner laugh and read anything that involves two women's love story. 

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