Hashy, The Healer

Hashy, The Healer

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 19, 2019
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Fantasy
Hashy is a Dhuuni by blood (a healer) but a slave by birth. Under her first master, her ability to heal is a blessing and brings her a lot of freedom for a slave. However, when she's sold to another master, her gift becomes a curse. Hashy is quickly driven to madness by her master's demands and it looks as though she hasn't the strength necessary to rise above her circumstances. But, a new face in her life changes everything. Det, who is dying at the hands of Hashy's master, asks Hashy to make a promise to return something sacred to Det's sister who is far away. Hashy agrees, but as a slave she has no idea how she'll ever be able to fulfill the promise she's made. When the opportunity comes, will Hashy take it? And when things go terribly wrong, will she have the will to persevere regardless? Come join Hashy on her journey of self-discovery as she learns to become her own master. (Rated Mature for acts of violence.)
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"You're running away from a wedding?" Dev asked, one brow raised. Ananya smirked, leaning back against his SUV like she owned it. "No. My wedding ran away from me." He chuckled, low and lazy. "That's a new one. Bride abandoned at a dhaba in full lehenga." She stepped closer, eyes locked. "Don't act like you're not impressed." He didn't flinch. Just looked at her like she was a riddle wrapped in fire. "I don't do chaos." She tilted her head. "Too bad. Chaos is exactly what I need right now." And just like that - two broken strangers, one lost bride, and five days on the road together. What could possibly go wrong? What happens when a bride gets left behind at a roadside dhaba - by her own wedding caravan? Ananya was supposed to be headed toward a fairy-tale hilltop wedding. Instead, she ends up sipping chai with a stranger who's running from his past. He's broody. She's furious. And the road ahead? Let's just say... it wasn't on the itinerary.

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