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Gulbahar
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement janv. 31
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Peace was never meant to feel like survival.. When silence was praised, she chose resistance.
Some stories do not offer comfort, 
they ask you to wake up.
This is the story of Oishani Koley - a simple girl with quiet dreams.
But life has something else planned for her.
As she grows, she begins to question patriarchy. She refuses to blindly believe in superstitions. She chooses logic over fear, courage over silence.
Yet when life takes an unexpected turn, will she be strong enough to fight it?

Since the story is rooted in a Bengali girl's life, there will be some Bengali dialogues, just some.. 
English translations are added alongside for those dialogues to keep the flow smooth for all readers.

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