The Red Thread of Fate connects souls destined to be together, no matter the trials of time or space. But for Phoenix, fate's lesson begins with betrayal. After taking the life of his fated partner, he is reborn on Earth-not as a man, but as an invi...
I was born into a privileged and affluent family, with my heritage bridging two rich cultures—my mother was Nepali, and my father was Indian. My mother, Dhanvi, was the very embodiment of grace and beauty. Her dark brown hair cascaded like silk, and her piercing blue eyes had a charm that captivated everyone she met. My father, Jacob, was a man of quiet strength and determination, with jet-black hair and warm, deep brown eyes that reflected his wisdom and ambition. People often said I was a mirror of my mother, as I inherited her striking features, from her expressive eyes to her natural elegance.
Dhanvi's talents extended beyond her beauty; she was a gifted artist renowned for her intricate work. Her creations earned her widespread recognition, and she frequently received prestigious commissions that showcased her creativity. My father, on the other hand, was a sharp and astute businessman, excelling in his field and building a legacy of success. Together, they made a dynamic pair, embodying artistry and enterprise.
When I was just two years old, we moved to the bustling city of Chennai in southern India. There, we settled into a vibrant and culturally rich community that shaped my early years. It was in Chennai that I began my schooling and started to absorb the diverse traditions, languages, and flavors of my surroundings. This move marked the beginning of my journey, one deeply influenced by the blend of my parents' heritage and the lively environment of our new home.
And my name is Alicia...
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