A girl was sitting near the tree glancing at the direction. A hope building within her, waiting for someone to arrive.
"She won't come," a voice uttered. She glanced at the person. He was elder than her and also taller. She had seen him among those children. Unlike her mother, the lady had many children and she had started calling her as her child. Aachal didn't like it! She didn't adored someone else calling her as their daughter.
Whatever I am, whoever I am, is due to the readers who read this book. Your support has been a great source of strength on my hard days. I feel valued, capable, and talented because of the constant support you all have showered on me. I am nothing without you. You're my extended family. Thanks for always supporting me... Sanjh
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