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Caged In Vows
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Complete, First published Oct 10
Mature
24 new parts
It wasn't love.
It wasn't choice.
It was fear that tied them together.

Year's ago a priest's prophecy said a tragedy could be avoided only if both families are tied by marriage.
So they were.
Two strangers bound by superstition - growing up as each other's biggest mistake.

He blamed her for the life he never wanted.
She blamed him from the childhood stolen from her.

They learned to hate the walls the other built.

but the time has a strange way of changing people.
And somewhere between the resentment, silence and years of pretending not to care...
her heart betrayed her.

She fell for the person who wished she didn't exist

Because not all cages are made of iron.
Some are woven with fate, emotion and vows that refuse to break...!!
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ANJUM

24 parts Complete Mature

SHORT STORY ANJUM Sometimes, the most beautiful cages are the hardest to leave. In an old haveli wilting under the weight of time, a woman waits. She doesn't speak much. She doesn't cry. She listens-to footsteps that no longer pause for her, to laughter echoing from rooms she no longer enters. Her husband smiles more these days. There's another woman in the house now. The maid, Anjum, moves like a shadow beside her. She is her eyes, her voice, her company. She sees everything-every bruise silence leaves behind, every glance that doesn't land where it used to. But even shadows get tired. Even walls can hear too much. The haveli holds its breath. The pillars groan. The air is thick with something left unsaid. Time is testing the house. The cracks are showing. Will she withstand the pillars turning sharp-digging into her skin while the world watches her bleed in silence? Her eyes are tired. Will they dare step forward to reclaim what's righteous, Or will her truth drag her down to watch her master decay with time? What will she choose? Endure the weight? Leave the walls too damaged to repair? Or fall quietly-tarnishing with everything she once belonged to?