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Words Of A Broken Girl

“Take every chance. Drop every fear.” The hoarding right outside her window said so, while she sat at the corner of her dark room. Her face had stains of kohl. Tears ran down her face while she continued to stare at nothingness. Every stare, every hand which creeped up to her, every touch on her skin, made her feel more abhorrence in herself. Did he try to get his hands on her? No. It was a big no, her insides shouted.  It was pure love, it was that one feeling which every girl craved for, a love which every girl demands, her soul is in a need for. She knew that if love was a grain of sand, his was the universe of beaches yet, she couldn't eradicate that one thing which he wished for, he craved for because her own cravings had a blockade which she couldn't eliminate, no matter how much she may try.  Zainab was still where she was, sixteen years ago, stuck in those same dingy streets of Bhendi Bazaar. Even though now she was miles away, but the eight years old

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