Caged Wings
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• Life of caged birds is like,they are receiving every needs, attraction but they are only asking freedom. They want to live the life out of cage.•
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This is a dark romance story
( Warnings ⚠️ )
This story contains :
Matured audience, adult scene 18+
Violence, abuse, trigger, depression, sadness.
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