Caged
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When I was innocent and clueless, I watched my parents get high and continuously abuse each other both physically and mentally. Not aware of the wicked surrounding me, I sat at my little red table every morning and colored in my coloring book. I would then show my mom once I was finished and she would compliment me on how I neatly colored inside the lines. I was happy. As I get older, I learned. I was aware that what was going around me was not good. It was bad. Then, I was sad. If you were to crawl into my skin and see what I saw, think what I thought and feel what I felt, you would desperately seek a way out. Like a caged bird wanting to fly into the wild, you want to be free. Free of your own mind, free of your own thoughts, free of your own emotions.
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A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.

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