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How We Split Beneath Our Own Hands

How We Split Beneath Our Own Hands

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"How We Split Beneath Our Own Hands" is a collection of stories about the quiet violence we inflict on ourselves-through love, memory, desire, and the choices we repeat even when we know they'll break us. Each piece explores a moment of personal rupture, where characters confront the versions of themselves they've outgrown, betrayed, or abandoned. Intimate, surreal, and emotionally precise, the collection traces the fragile art of falling apart-and the strange transformations that follow.
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They said she didn't try. They said she chose herself. They said she was the reason their parents died. So they threw her out... like she never belonged. Three years ago, Meher lost everything in a single night-her parents, her home, and the only people she ever called her world... her brothers. Meher was the last person who saw them alive. She promised to save them. But she failed. And they believed she never tried. But what if the story they believed... was never the truth? When fate brings her back into their lives at a wedding that was never meant to reunite them, old wounds begin to bleed again, truths start to surface, and hearts that once loved... begin to shatter all over again. Because sometimes, the one you hate the most...is the one you never stopped loving. And sometimes, the biggest misunderstanding... costs you everything.

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