I don't write for sunshine.
I write for the chaos, the ache, the silence no one hears.
My stories bleed - not always pretty, not always kind.
But they're real.
If you're looking for glitter and soft endings, you won't find them here.
Only scars wrapped in words, and love that hurts before it heals.
This is where broken things speak. Welcome to the wreckage
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Triplet Throne: Where Roses Bleed
Three Indian sisters.
Three Italian brothers.
All tied by something more dangerous than love - fate.
They wer...