My parents named me Roshni - the one who brings light. Maybe, that's why I was never like the other girls. I spoke too much, laughed too loud than the girls were allowed to and never cared about what people said a girl should or shouldn't do. I wanted to live life my way - to read, to dream, to feel every little thing deeply. And when my wedding was fixed, I thought maybe this was it - the start of my happy life. He sent me letters filled with love, words that made my heart flutter. Every morning, I waited for his handwriting, every night I dreamed of meeting him. But my one mistake changed everything. One meeting destroyed everything I ever believed in. In just one night, I lost my name, my honor, and maybe trust of my family. People called me characterless. My would-be husband refused to even look at me. And the ones who once smiled at me, now whispered behind my back. I didn't defend myself. I couldn't. Because sometimes silence screams louder than words. For days, I watched my family's name being dragged in the dirt. And with every insult, something inside me broke - and then turned into fire. Now, I don't want love. I don't want peace. I want justice - for me, for my family, for every woman who was called characterless. They took my light away. But now I will return as the flame that burns everything that tried to destroy me. I am Roshni And this is not the tale of Love but Revenge. Mature Content!

Dedicato al grillo portafortuna di Mulan.

Tributo a Christina Dalcher

Una raccolta di mie romances.