1947 :INDIA | ZAKHM (the wound )

1947 :INDIA | ZAKHM (the wound )

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Narrativa
Narrativa storica
Guerra e Militari
XX secolo
Antichi imperi
A nation divided. A love caught in the crossfire. And a wound that never heals. In August 1947, India 's map is being torn in half. For an Anglo-Indian woman NOOR CLARE with the blood of the Empire and the heart of the Punjab, the 'Ghost Train' was supposed to be a path to safety. Instead, it became a slaughterhouse. There, she met him a 'Black' categorized rebel of the INA,ZAMAN SINGH AHUWALIA a soldier without a war. Meeting amidst the silence of a Ghost Train, they form a desperate pact to survive the madness of Partition. As they travel through the smoking ruins of the Punjab, they realize that the deepest wounds aren't the ones on their skin, but the ones on their souls. Caught in the fire between a retreating Empire and a rising Nation, will these two broken souls find salvation in one another? Finally healing the Zakhm (the wound)?
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Lin Yue had never imagined that the birthday wish she made in jest would truly come to pass. She had awakened not in her own body, but reborn as Mei Lin, the personal maid of her cherished heroine. Instead of despair, joy surged through her heart. In her mind, she laughed softly and spun in a foolish little dance. Since Heaven has sent me here. She would not allow the tragedy of the book to repeat itself. She would shield the First Young Mistress from the venomous schemes of the villainess, even if it meant offending the entire household. _ "How dare you shove Qing He to the ground!" a voice accused sharply. "I did not!" the girl cried desperately. "Enough excuses," said the Fourth Young Master, Su Chen. "I saw it with my own eyes." The surrounding servants lowered their heads, not daring to breathe. At that moment, Mei Lin stepped forward. She knelt respectfully, and bowed deeply. "This lowly servant begs permission to speak," she said softly. "I was present throughout the incident." Su Chen's gaze shifted to her. "Speak." "The Second Young Mistress fell of her own accord." "Furthermore, the First Young Mistress did not enter the kitchen today. How, then, could the Second Young Mistress fall ill because of her cooking?" "Moreover, the First Young Mistress was bathing in the rear chambers when the Second Young Mistress arrived." "It was the Second Young Mistress who provoked the First Young Mistress first." Every time the villainess struck, Lin Yue was already two steps ahead. The Second Young Mistress's face flushed crimson with fury. "Impudent servant!" she shrieked. "Silence, you wretched girl!" Mei Lin bowed her head once more, unflinching. "Forgive this servant, Second Young Mistress," she replied calmly. "But my name is Mei Lin." And she would not be trampled so easily.

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