Ishika : an unknown storm [ ON HOLD ]

Ishika : an unknown storm [ ON HOLD ]

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Social Themes
Abuse and Trauma
Coming of Age
Growth and Self-Discovery
A story of pain, purpose, and finding your person - even when you're lost. "How does it feel to be ignored by your own parents?" To stand alone on stage, receiving an award - while your parents don't even glance your way? Meet Ishika Rathore. A girl who craved nothing but love. Who did everything to earn her parents' attention - only to be met with silence. Until one day, a tragedy broke her completely. And the soft-spoken girl turned into someone cold, distant... and unrecognizable. Years later - on the prestigious training ground of LBSNAA - she sat on a bench under a dim light, her eyes swollen, her cheeks streaked with tears, her body trembling. She thought she was invisible again. Then, a boy knelt beside her. Calm. Warm. He gently placed a water bottle in her hand and whispered with a smile - "Take it. Cry your heart out. Then drink it. Because if you get dehydrated, how will we win that gold medal here?" And they both burst into laughter. That moment didn't erase her pain - But it reminded her she wasn't alone. Because this story isn't just about becoming an IAS officer. It's about broken hearts, silent battles, second chances - And two souls learning to heal... together.
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I loved her, even if she never knew my name. She was my Ariel, and I know I am her Eric. No matter what she says. #1 in short story on 02/07/18 This beautiful cover was a gift from @Kmbell92! If you somehow haven't yet, please check her out!

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