Is it possible for a single mother, who has got her heart broken twice, to fall in love again, that too with a woman? 

Alizeh Brown is whipped by a sudden new feeling that blooms in her heart. 
She has crossed the marriage age in the blink of an eye. Living with a conservative family, she was bound to fulfill their all expectations and follow the girl being a good girl. But as they say, rules can’t tie up the rulers. Alizeh has not only broken their expectations and promises to be a good girl, but also broke society's stereotypes.

She has looked at everything as a challenge to conquer. As her family starts putting pressure on her to get married, Alizeh has accepted this challenge as well. She has gone far beyond love already but there’s someone who has been able to plant the seed of love in her life again. No matter how many men crossed her path, she realized what she truly yearns for in her life. 
Every time she has met HER, a fountain of seven shades of colors drenched her in unconditional love. 

Now she has to accept her newfound self as well as tackle rigid expectations of her family. Will she be able to stand on her choices made upon her sexuality and choose a life she wants?

Seven Shades Of Alizeh

I left the house hurriedly. Outside the building, I noticed Issac has been already waiting for us in his car. 


He came out of it and smiled at me. The things I get stuck into because of my mother are not at all going in my favor. He looked pretty impressed with me well, which will make it difficult for him to understand. 


"You look...amazing" he spread his hands, coming closer. I gave him a quick hug. He took a good look at me which made me blush. 


"So what's going to happen tonight?" he whispered. 


"Nothing much" Except forcing us to change our decisions for them. 


"Did I just say out loud?" I covered my mouth. 


He chuckled. We went inside the restaurant. 


Our mother has already booked a table for us. 


The surrounding was soothing and quiet enough for us. We kept looking at each other while our mothers talked about old memories which made me feel uncomfortable. 


57. Acceptance