by Eternal_Twilight
Kaya of the Mahini village lived on the outskirts of an urban settlement. They lived like what urban folk call tribals. Her life - great, until... It shattered like wine glasses at an amplified opera. After that, trauma, tragedy... The dictionary will need more synonyms. She had no proper food, no clothes, no shelter and the only thing that kept her alive - dirty decayed food. After a while a miracle man showed up and gave her food. Any beggar would have seen him as a god, but not her. She knows one thing about him that no one else would. Despite his good looks, fragrance and innocent smile, she knew what he was at first sight. Her village told stories, stories that urban people would call folk lore or fiction. But she knows they are true. She would never forgive them. She might be weak... but she vowed to execute her revenge. But life is never is that simple…. ___ I will be posting irregularly due to a busy schedule.
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