Sam Wadhwa is a 17-year-old young boy, hiding behind a brave facade, but beneath his strong exterior lies a heart scarred by childhood bullying. Struggling with an eating disorder and the shadows of his past, Sam's fight is one he can't win alone...
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Dear Readers,
This is an unedited draftof the book, meaning there will be several grammatical errors, name mismatches, plot discrepancies, and other sematic errors. If that is something you find offence, please do not proceed further.
Certain parts of the book are in Hindi language, only the Kindle version will have the complete English translation.
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Swati Sandeep
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Monday mornings were the busiest days in the Wadhwa household. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Anita and Chavi hurriedly packed lunch boxes, while Samar helped Sam put finishing touches to his class project. Little Shay scurried around, trying to find his missing school shoe, and the dogs, Alex and Asher, barked at the commotion. The clock ticked relentlessly, marking the start of another week—a whirlwind of activity and routine.
Abhishek stepped into the kitchen, holding onto Shay's backpack. He frowned when he saw the boy running around, trailed by the dogs.
"Aab kya nahi mila tughe?" He stopped his son and forced him to sit down at the table. They were already running late. The boy was yet to have his breakfast.
"Shoe lace" Shay whined, "Yahe rakhe the maine"
"The kitchen is not the place to dump your shoe laces, Shay," Samart scolded without looking up. "Sit down and have your breakfast."
"But how can I go to school with shoelaces, Bhaiya?" Shay put his hands on his hips and glared at his elder brother. He was annoyed that his Bhaiya was giving more attention to his Big-b, than him.
