Lost in 1947

Lost in 1947

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1947-A time when the world around them burned with hatred, forcing people to abandon their homes, their loved ones, and sometimes even their own names. Amidst the bloodshed and betrayal, she ran, carrying nothing but wounds-some on her body, others buried deep in her soul. Lyra-18 years old ,soft-spoken, introverted, and raised to obey rather than dream. She once wished to become a doctor, but fate and family expectations crushed that hope. Now, she had lost even more-her home, her people, and a life she could never return to. He found her when she had nothing left to lose. Advik-A 25 years old the calm yet unpredictable sarpanch, a man torn between duty and desire. He had once dreamt of a different life, one filled with inventions and discoveries, but responsibilities tied him down. Bringing her into his home was never part of his plans, yet something about her silent pain shook him in ways he didn't understand. She was lost. He was bound by obligations. Neither belonged to each other, yet fate had written their names on the same page. But in a world where religion divides and war spares no one, is there space for a love that shouldn't exist? #1 in partition # 6 in hindu out of 1.29k # 3 in 1947 # 2 in partition #1 in hindu out of 1.7k #2 in age-gap #2 in 1947 #4 in partition # 1 in hindu
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