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Chapter 12

Six months.

One hundred and eighty-three days since Ruhi Rawat had stepped through the rusting servant’s gate of the Colombo estate—the gate that groaned like a warning every time it opened. And not one of those days had passed without the stench of blood, the scrape of fear, or the taste of exhaustion settling on her tongue like rust.

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Sonam Kandalgaonkar

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I write heroines who are curvy, plus size, simple, or plain because beauty has never been about one perfect standard. Beauty is always in the eyes of the beholder. A woman does not need society’s approval to deserve love, obsession, respect, and a powerful story.