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Sanvika once the cheerful, bubbly girl now hides behind the mask of cold, strong, emotionless girl. She made her busy with work so that she would not have the time to remember her horrifying past and in Between this she forgot to live, smile, to be herself. That one crime which she didn't even commit made her unforgivable daughter for her family . The family which used to pamper her like delicate flower now hate her to the core. They blamed her when she needed them most. Will they ever learn about her innocence? Will they be able to forgive themselves after learning the truth? . . . Tropes: •Misunderstanding • Misguided • family ties • family issues • childhood sweetheart • hate to love • Revenge • devil in disguise
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