The Eighth Seat at the Khan Table

The Eighth Seat at the Khan Table

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Ayesha Khan was once the heart of the powerful Khan family in Mumbai - the only daughter loved by six older brothers. Until another girl entered their home. At thirteen, Ayesha's family adopts Sana, a quiet orphan with innocent eyes and a tragic past. Slowly, the love that once belonged to Ayesha begins slipping away piece by piece. Five years later, Ayesha dies alone while the people she loved most celebrate downstairs. But death gives her a second chance. When Ayesha wakes up five years in the past on the day Sana first enters the Khan family, she decides this time will be different. She won't beg for love anymore. Yet the moment Ayesha starts pulling away, her family begins loving her more than ever before. And somewhere inside the Khan mansion, someone realizes- Ayesha Khan was never supposed to come back.
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