“Raghav and I grew up hating each other in a village that wasn’t legally ours. Then the government took us away to the same orphanage.”
They said children without documents needed “real families.” Funny, because Piu already had one waiting for her back in Janakpur.
Between hostel corridors, weekly phone calls that cut mid-sentence, and the quiet horror of watching children get chosen one by one, the only familiar thing left in Piu’s life becomes the boy she cannot stand: Raghav (arrogant, reckless, impossible to ignore.) But loneliness has a strange way of softening people. And in a place built for abandoned children, they accidentally become each other’s home.
Until one day, someone comes to take him away first.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/411255516-in-search-of-what-one-calls-a-home-literary
