CANCEL ME TWICE!

CANCEL ME TWICE!

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Sasha O'Neil distinct scarlet red hair and green eyes and looks that made everyone talk about her as though she was a myth, untouchable... absolute perfection. That's what they said. Yeah that's exactly what they made her feel like And yet that's what kept bringing her down each and every single time. Her life seemed to crumbling little by little and she could barely piece them together. The last one, worse than the rest landed her somewhere she never expected nor wanted. Warning! Thus contains themes of addiction, mental health issues and might be sensitive to some readers...
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[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

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