In the corner of the room, Hiding away from the world was Anahira. Clutching her teddy bear tightly to her chest, she was sobbing, wearing a red lehenga that itched her skin.
Her tears flew down uncontrollably as she heard the commotion downstairs. For some reason, she feared that she was going to be abused again.
As a reader, I have always had countless imaginings that made me change into a writer. I am a curious writer, trying to write concepts that have not yet been touched by the writers.
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