Girl: my rights

Girl: my rights

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This book is about women. This is my effort to bring up to you what she goes through every stage of her life. If you are a girl, than you know what a girl goes through everyday in her life. At times the inequality of gender turns out to be a hurdle in her life. And at times she feels alone. Sometimes, due to this pressure a her dreams are crushed down by male dominance. But she will shine one day, making the world salute at her bravery, courage, commitment, knowledge, and her kindness. This is a tribute to all those girl who have learned to conquer her fear and stood out, conquering the world. Girls, sometimes you just need some courage and belief to defeat the social norms. And just be different from others as that is exactly what makes you unique. This is my first one right here. I hope you guys gonna like it. And if you like it just hit that vote button. I would love to hear from you about the book. So just comment or just message me. Just enjoy the book.😘 Author TG (Tanvi Ghatwal)
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Tejendra~~~~~ Loving Drishti was my only truth. Marriage was never supposed to change that. I was forced into this. Forced to take vows with a woman who meant nothing to me. Nayantara was a mistake written in my blood, a punishment I didn't deserve. A wife in name, nothing more. She should have been easy to ignore. Obedient, quiet, everything a perfect wife should be. But she wouldn't stay in the shadows where she belonged. She pushed, she defied, she dared to make me see her. And I hate her for it. Because every time she stands her ground, I falter. Every time she looks at me with those damn unshaken eyes, I forget. Forget that my heart isn't hers to claim. Forget that I was never supposed to want her. But I do. My punishment. My addiction. My downfall. Nayantara~~~~~ I was never meant to love my husband. Not when his heart was never mine to hold. Not when every word he speaks, every glance he gives, is filled with a love that belongs to another woman. I tried. I played the part, whispered the prayers, carried the weight of a marriage that was doomed from the start. But what's the point? A man like Tejendra Pratap will never love me, and I no longer care if he does. I won't beg. I won't wait. I won't waste another second wondering if I'll ever be enough for him. Let him stare. Let him burn. Let him hate the way I no longer flinch under his gaze. My cage. My lesson. My husband.

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