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Ashes Don't Lie
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Ongoing, First published Jul 06, 2024
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They tore her world apart. Every lie, every scream, every forced choice burned deeper than the last. Trust is a weapon. Love is a lie. Survival is the only fight that matters-and even that might not be enough.

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They said no one would notice. They were wrong. Every whispered command, every shattered boundary, every cruel twist drags her deeper into a world where pain is currency and survival is the only rebellion. She's not broken yet-but the fire is coming, and it won't stop

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HI IM VERY BAD AT INTROS BUT TRUST ME ITS GETS GOOD. THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING YOU'RE GETTING BECAUSE THIS BOOK IS A WARNING ON ITS OWN
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ISHARA: Abused Angel

29 parts Ongoing

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨