“My papa…”
Her words left Mamata in exasperation. Which papa should she think about? The one who left her in the lurch to die or one the one who moaned every day for her being alive?
My Aaradhya was born with ill-fated destiny. Right from her birth, she was the victim of hatred, anger and lust, one after the other. The clouds of her past hovered over her like monster, haunting her at every step.
Till the time Chirag came into h
“My papa…”
Her words left Mamata in exasperation. Which papa should she think about? The one who left her in the lurch to die or one the one who moaned every day for her being alive?
My Aaradhya was born with ill-fated destiny. Right from her birth, she was the victim of hatred, anger and lust, one after the other. The clouds of her past hovered over her like monster, haunting her at every step.
Till the time Chirag came into h