Forever ?
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A New Story presented by Livelihood Partridge.
This story is based in the colonial times of Indian , when India was bounded by the British Government. Everything in thai story is fictional .
Prince Naksh Agnihotri , a noble man who kept his word . Strong and attractive in every way possible with big heart and soul .
Avantika Ahuja , an innocent soul with a pretty face , a naive mind with a kind heart . She is a lovable person with a sweet smile . Her every small innocent reaction is heartwarming to witness yet her fate doesn't match with her actions .
Avantika has been tortured all her life , her body has been used to beating all the time . Her white milk skin had now blue marks and red scars yet she still wears a smile on her face . She and her parents have been living under their relatives roof since a long time after her dad was fired from his job . Her aunt (bua ) is not happy with them staying under her roof and vents all her anger out on Avantika and she endures it . She knows it is better to resist than speak up because if she did , she and her family will be kicked out of the house and they will have no shelter . Her relatives want to sell her to a British officer for immoral purposes and Avantika is unaware of it . How will she help herself out of this situation ? Who will take her in ?
Come on this twisted journey with them and read how she finds her peace in another soul and lives her best life .
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