Ignavus' Curse

Ignavus' Curse

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"I concentrate better with Sebastion, and can't when he's gone, I feel like I'm lopsided and missing half of myself. That probably has to do with us being twins. I was born 2 minutes before him but always considered him older because he isn't as reckless as I am and has actually hit his "maturity spurt" as my dad calls it."
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Story about a lost princess, a lost sister who went missing when she was six. Coming back from a wedding function with her parents. Enjoying a car riding with lots of teasing and laughing. But her laugh turned into cries when a over speed truck hit their car. In just seconds her life changed, she lost both of her parents. The car roll down the road into a jungle with her parents body leaving her unconscious body by roadside. And being saved by someone , only to be thrown in an orphanage. Will she ever be able to meet her brothers and rest of the family? If yes, then will she tell her brothers what she went through her life without them? ------------------------------------------------- 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙝𝙮𝙖, 20 years old soon will be 21. 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙝𝙮𝙖 is fire wrapped in silence-elegant, fierce, and unshakably grounded. She doesn't just walk into a room; she owns its energy. Her mind is sharp, her words thoughtful. She speaks when it matters, and when she does, her voice carries wisdom beyond her years. She's the kind of girl who reads philosophies at dawn and stands her ground by dusk. "I don't raise my voice," she says softly. "I raise my worth ". Rooted deeply in her Rajasthani heritage, she carries her culture like a crown-proud of her language, traditions, and values. She wears her lehenga with the same confidence she carries in her jeans. The sound of ghungroos and the rhythm of folk songs are stitched into her soul. She's not here to impress. She's here to inspire-with her intellect, her identity, and her unapologetic strength. 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝.

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