Revenge- Ek inteqam 18+ (Sample)
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Last published Wed, Sep 2, 2026
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Story of a rape survivor...and how she raise like a pheonix.
My innocence was ripped apart from me. Now i have no light left inside me anymore.
The betrayal is running deep inside me.
I can't sleep. I can't breathe. I can't cry.
I become just a shell.
I always dreamt of a prince charming coming in a white horse to take me away and live happily ever after.
I was in a fairytale.
But fate has other plans. It had decided to give me a reality check.
Now i have no more dreams left. I am already dead.
I am Charvi.
And this is my story.
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