❝She wasn’t a victim. She was a survivor in disguise.❞

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They say a girl is a blessing.

But in my world, a girl is a burden. A debt. A mouth to feed. A body to sell.

I was ten the day my father sold me... not to a husband, not to a home, but to a brothel. No goodbyes. No explanations. Just a rough hand and a closed door. That was the last time I saw his face.

Since then, I’ve lived among painted women and broken girls. I’ve learned how to smile without meaning it, how to hide pain behind makeup, and how to never ask “why me?”— because the answer never mattered.

They waited for me to turn eighteen. They called it protection. I called it preparation.

And now, it’s time.

Tonight, I step into the world I’ve watched from behind curtains for years. I’m no longer the girl in the shadows. I’m ready to become what they trained me to be.

But when he chooses me — so calm, so cold, so certain... I realize something I wasn’t prepared for:

He doesn't want what others want.

He wants something else.

And for the first time in my life, I don’t know what that means... or what it will cost me.

✧ Author Note ✧

Thank you for reading the prologue of Anamika.

This story is raw, emotional, and close to my heart. It’s about pain, survival, and love finding its way... even in the darkest places.

Anamika’s journey won’t be easy, but it will be real.

Your support, votes, and comments mean more than you know. ✨

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