The world doesn't need another love story, but then again, isn't everything a love story? What we did for it? And how it drove some of us mad? "I don't want to see, hear, or speak to you, for the rest of this, or ever again after." He spoke in a deliberate, paced monotone, chin dropped, looking up

She was born in silence. Raised in shadows. And taught to survive, not to dream. Devkriti was never the loud one. Not the talented one. Not the girl who stood out. She was just the daughter of a woman with a past no one forgave, living in a world that never gave. Raised in a brothel by women who k