Beyond her past
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She ran away from a past she was trying to forget
Rhea Malhotra worked as a caretaker after giving up on her dream of studying Saanvi Arora was supposed to be just her employer but she became the girl who quietly fought for Rhea's future
A short story about healing second chances and finding a home in someone unexpected
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