"Behind the mask of innocence lies a hunger for revenge, where power reigns supreme and secrets dictate the game."
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Ananya's light conceals dark shadows.
Secrets fester.
Revenge fuels.
Betrayal lingers.
Obsession rules.
What will Trayaksh do whe...
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Ananya was two days old when she was kidnapped.
Six years old when she was bought and sold.
Fifteen, when she killed.
Her past was a prison. Her memories were chains. Safety was a distant concept.
Now, all she knew was that everything came at a price, with consequences.
Breaths filled with pain.
Scars marked her spirit.
Survival demanded a cost.
Life?
Did it even exist?
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She inhaled sharply as the world blurred slightly around her.
The bedroom in the Bajaj mansion was cloaked in darkness, save for the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Ananya approached the glass, gazing up at the black sky as her mind began to drift.
FLASHBACK
Age 6.
Mumbai, Maharashtra India
The city of dreams' notorious red-light area thrummed with life, its murky streets alive with a carnival of shadows.
Laughter and shrill voices intertwined with the distant clinking of glasses.
Women in skimpy outfits stood on doorsteps, their laughter a blend of flirtation and weariness.
Men sauntered by, eyes hungry, drawn to the allure of their exposed bodies.
Yet Ananya remained oblivious to the world around her.
By the chauraha, she sat with her ragged doll clutched in her hands, giggling softly as she whispered to it, pretending it could talk back. But when the doll remained silent, her smile faltered, sadness etching her little features.
(Chauraha - a raised platform)
Every so often, her gaze drifted to the other children playing nearby. Their laughter rang out as they chased each other down the street, smiles bright and carefree—just not meant for her.
