Shattered Souls(SLOW UPDATES)

Shattered Souls(SLOW UPDATES)

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Mystery
They killed her dad. They hurt her. They almost married her off to a criminal. But she ran away. --------------- At the mere age of 6, the only parent she had was taken away from her. The people who killed her dad, weren't successful in getting their hands on his valuable possession. A small black box, holding the formulas to making nuclear bombs, that if used, could cause more damage than the World War III. Meera has the black box, and the code. The only problem is that, she did not know it herself. And the bad people weren't ready to give up just yet.
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