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Chapter Two: Mahi, the Whore

Mahi came back to Nashik because she had nowhere else to go.

She was born in this town, raised on its narrow lanes and temple bells, but she had left at eighteen with stars in her eyes and a boy's promises in her pocket. Vikram. His name still tasted like poison on her tongue. He had been her first everything. First crush, first kiss, first love. He had whispered forever into her ear while his hands roamed her body, and she had believed him like a fool.

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