Do you know how does it feel when your own family disowned you, when the person you love the most treated you like trash.........how does it feel when everyone is using you disgustingly and everyday you're loosing your soul, everyday wishing for your own death........I'm Anamika......yes Anamika a girl with no name ,no identity ........ whose tears has also dried up, who has now no hopes left except for death but dying a slow death. Tell me am I that hateful?
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Threads of Imagination
Short StoryThe book unfolds as a compendium of short stories, each narrative encapsulating its own unique world, characters, and emotions. Through this collection, readers embark on a journey through diverse tales, where the brevity of each story belies its po...
